volume one IN THE D U D L E Y C L A R K - Ohio Vine Tours

Over and over again it goes—yippee-i-ay-i-yaaaa
And why did the old fart slam the door? And who—or
what—was the Sons?
yippee-i-oooo
And would he ever get the tape back? And would he ever
hear that angelic music again?
He’s the toughest critter west of the Alamo!
That is, outside of his head?
Once he roped a something something out of nowhere
Then he dah-dahed it and set it down with ease
And while that something something did it
Pecos rolled a joint and lit it
And he tamed that something wind down to his knees—
Maybe he should bake another lasagna.
Maybe with broccoli.
So yippee-i-ay-i-ya, yippee-i-oooo
But what good would that do since Old Guy slammed his door
shut? He wasn’t ever going to talk to Roy again. No matter what
Roy did, he wasn’t ever going to talk to him again.
No. That’s wrong.
Shit. No.
For the toughest critter west of the Alamo!
Now once a band of rustlers stole some cattle
But they didn’t know the herd they stole was Bill’s
And when he caught those nasty villains
He knocked out all their fillin’s
That’s the way they got the name—
That’s the way that it became—
That’s why there’s still gold in them thar hills!
That isn’t right, either.
He needs that tape back if he’s ever going to get the words
right.
1 ROY ROGERS IN THE 21ST CENTURY