When a Cowboy Trades His Spurs For Wings

Let me tell you, buddy There's a faster gun Coming over yonder When tomorrow comes Let me tell you, buddy And it won't be long 'Til you find yourself singing Your last cowboy song Yippee-ki-iy-ay When the round-up ends Yippee-ki-iy-ay And the campfire dims Yippee-ki-iy-ay He shouts and he sings When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings When they wrap my body In the thin linen sheet And they take my six irons Pull the boots from my feet Unsaddle my pony She'll be itching to roam I'll be halfway to heaven Under horsepower of my own Yippee-ki-iy-ay When the round-up ends Yippee-ki-iy-ay And the campfire dims Yippee-ki-iy-ay He shouts and he sings When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings Yippee-ki-iy-ay I'm glory-bound No more jingle jangle I lay my guns down Yippee-ki-iy-ay He shouts and he sings When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings