The Buckskin Lady

Now I've got a pony, the fastest thing around

And of all the girls I've known she's the truest one I've found

Well she'll cut em and she'll head em just the way you want 'em turned

And if you drop your loop around em, she can make a grass rope hum

And any time you got a rodeo, and I've got the entry fee

You can bet your boots my gal and I will come

Whoopee-ti-di-di-dido on the plains of Colorado

That young pony was born to work the trail

Some old Idaho raw hider was the first one tried to ride her

Bronco buster wild horse rustler well she flipped him off like a turkey feather duster

Now some folks like a Cadillac with power brakes and air

Just give me a Hamlee saddle and my little buckskin mare

Well I rode her up a mountain when we made that summer drive

And I took her to Wyomin for a rodeo or two

At old Cheyenne and Saratoga we roped them little doggies

She the best ole gal this cowboy ever knew

When she gets to old to rodeo too old to ride the range

I'll take the Buckskin Lady out across the open plains

Cause she's just an ole cow pony and I know she'll go plum crazy

If she had to stand unsaddled around the barn the whole day through

I'll just turn her loose to ramble underneath them Rocky Mountains

And tell em that her working days are through

Whoopee-ti-di-di-dido...

Whoopee- ti-di-di-dido on the plains of Colorado

That's my pony sir and I say she ain't for sale