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Blue eyes and freckles 'neath a white cowboy hat |
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His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat |
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He's one of the good guys, it's plain to see |
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A shore enough cowboy though he's only three |
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There's a cute little filly she lives right next door |
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She'd like to brand him but he's no green horn |
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She'll offer him candy but he knows her game |
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He'll take what she gives him then be on his way. |
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Chorus: Blue eyes and freckles and holes in his jeans. |
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Out in the back yard ridin' his dreams. |
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He's our little cowboy until the day, |
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The fences can't hold him and he'll ride away. |
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Vs. 3 Saturday morning he's up before dawn, |
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Grabs his cap pistol and pulls his hat on. |
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Today the |
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Lone Ranger and him make their ride. |
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And those outlaws better find some place to hide. |
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Vs 4 With tears in his eyes and a scratch on his chin, |
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His onery old cayuse done throwed him again. |
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But a kiss and a cookie will soon ease the pain. |
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He'll mount up and be back ridin' the range. |
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Chorus Well mama just look how our little boy's grown |
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He'll soon be a man with a mind of his own |
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And I know the hardest thing we'll ever do |
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Is take down the fences and just turn him loose. |
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Special Chorus: |
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Blue eyes and freckles and faded blue jeans. |
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He's grown up and ready to follow his dreams. |
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He was our little cowboy just yesterday, |
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Now the fences can't hold him and he'll ride away. |
