Go Riding Young Cowboy Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

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The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore 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 put you on the ground 

Go spur him young cowboy de fur him riding out boy 

Show 'em that your Oklahoma bound 

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...