He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the
latch on chute number four The young cowboys were
laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes
that he wore Though his trophy buckle was old it
told of the glory he surely had seen And the beard
that showed neath his old John B was wirey silver
sheen With a plug in his lip from his back pocket
rip and his faded old denim jeans blue Where a
halo show white like a moon in the night Was a
hole where his snoozed worn through He spat in the
dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to
tear down the chute Then he looked up at me with a
gleam in his eye And he placed his old hand on my
boot He said you'll ride this old bull on your
worst ever day With your hind leg chained to a
tree As I am made ready to concur the brute here's
an old song my old man sang to me Go ridin' young
cowboy go winnin' and goin' out boy Don't let him
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fur him right now boy Show 'em that your Oklahoma
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Well I marked eighty points and I won me the round
The fans in the stands went plum wild Well I could
see my old daddy just a dancin' a jig Well I
looked up to the Lord and I smiled I said thanks
for my good arm and thanks for my luck And thanks
that I'm still fit and young But thanks most of
all for them old bulls that buck For my dad and
the song that he sung Go ridin' young cowboy...

Well I've been down the road many miles since that
day Things ain't changed much since I've begun I
still think of my dad when I'm ropin' one up and I
sing his song to my son Go ridin' young cowboy...
Go ridin' young cowboy...