Now, I抳e got a pony, the fastest thing around,

And of all the girls I抳e known she抯 the truest one I抳e found.


Well, she抣l cut 慹m and she抣l head 慹m just the way you want 慹m
turned,

And if you drop your loop around æ…¹m, she can make a grass rope hum,

And any time you got a rodeo, and I抳e got the entry fee,

You can bet your boots my gal and I will come.


CHORUS

Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado

That young pony was born to work the trail.

Some old Idaho rawhider was the first one tried to ride her,

Bronco buster, wild horse rustler, well she flipped him off like a
turkey feather duster.


Now, some folks like a Cadillac with power brakes and air,
Just give me a Hamlee saddle and my little buckskin mare.


Well, I rode her up a mountain when we made that summer drive,
And I [G]took her to Wyomin?for a rodeo or two,
At old Cheyenne and Saratoga, we roped them little dogies,
She the best ole gal this cowboy ever knew.


When she gets to old to rodeo too old to ride the range,
I抣l take the Buckskin Lady out across the open plains.


Cause she抯 just an ole cow pony and I know she抎 go plum crazy
If she had to stand unsaddled around the barn the whole day through
I抣l just turn her loose to ramble underneath them Rocky Mountains
And tell æ…¹m that her workin?days are through.


CHORUS

Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado,
That抯 my pony sir and I say she ain抰 for sale.