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Lazybones, sleeping in the sun
How you 'spect to get your day's work done?
Never get your day's work done
Sleeping in the new day's sun

Lazybones, sleepin in the shade
How you 'spect to get your cornmeal made?
You'll never get your cornmeal made
Just sleepin in the evenin shade

When 'taters need spraying i bet you keep praying
The bugs fall off the vine
And when you go fishin, i bet you keep wishin
The fish won't grab your line

Lazybones, loafing through the day
How you 'spect to get a dime that way?
Never make a dime that way
Never heard a word i say

South american stories tell of a girl who's quite a dream
The beauty of her race
Though you'll doubt all the stories and think the tales are just a bit extreme
Wait till you see her face

Ooh, tangerine, she is all they claim
With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame
Tangerine, when she dances by
Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh

And i've seen toasts to tangerine
Raised in every bar across the argentine
Yes, she's got them all on the run
But her heart belongs to just one
Her heart belongs to tangerine

Oh, step aside, y'all ornery tenderfeet
Cause i'm about to sing my song
I'm an old cowhand from the rio grande
But my legs ain't bowed, and my cheeks ain't tan
Well i'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer 'cause i don't know how
And i sure ain't fixin' to startin now
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay

I'm an old cowhand from the rio grande
And i learned to ride before i learned to stand
Well i'm a ridin fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the lone star state
'cause i ride the range in a ford v-8
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay

Look out, i'm gonna show y'all how to ride now
Here we go

I'm an old cowhand from the rio grande
And i come to town just to hear the band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
'bout the big corral where the dogies go
'cause i learned them all on the radio
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay

Now my story's almost done, so listen up!
You ain't got much longer now

I'm an old cowhand from the rio grande
Where the west is wild round the borderland
Where the buffalo roam around the zoo
And the indian make you a rug or two
And the old bar-x is the bar-be-cue
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay

I'm just an old cowhand...

I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am i several stories high
Knowing i'm on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live

And oh, the towering feeling just to know
Somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling that any second
You may suddenly appear

People stop and stare, they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that i would rather be
Let the time go by, i don't care if i can be here
On the street where you live