I’ve got a holster for my gun.
Silver spurs on my boots.
I’ll be ready when they come.
God help the first one that shoots!
I guess I’ll never change…
‘Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Heyup!
I won’t make Custer’s mistake;
He didn’t finish all his beans.
Sometimes I get the shakes.
Wish I was back in New Orleans!
I guess I’ll never change…
‘Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Hands up! Golly!
Howdy, pardner.
I guess I’ll never change…
‘Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Oh, no. We don’t stand a chance!
This could be my last stand:
War paint and colors everywhere.
Aw, shucks! My Winny just did jam!
No Redskin’s gonna trim my hair!
I guess I’ll never change…
‘Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Now tell them the true story — Cowboys and Indians.
How the west was really won. Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.