Unsaddle my pony, she'll be itching to roam
I'll be halfway to heaven on horsepower of my own
Yipee-ki-yi-yay when the roundup ends
Yipee-ki-yi-yay and the campfire dims
Yipee-ki-yi-yay he shouts and he sings
When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings
Yipee-ki-yi-yay I'm glory bound
No more jingle jangle, I lay my guns down
There's just gotta be a place up ahead
Where men aren't lodown and poker's played fair
If there weren't, what are all the songs about
I'll see y'all there
And we can sing together and shake our heads
About all the meannes in the used to be