by Bob Frank
Now, Iâve got a pony, the fastest thing around,
And of all the girls Iâve known sheâs the truest one Iâve found.
Well, sheâll cut âem and sheâll head âem just the way you want âem
turned,
And if you drop your loop around âem, she can make a grass rope hum,
And any time you got a rodeo, and Iâve 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 took her to Wyominâ 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,
Iâll take the Buckskin Lady out across the open plains.
Cause sheâs just an ole cow pony and I know sheâd go plum crazy
If she had to stand unsaddled around the barn the whole day through
Iâll just turn her loose to ramble underneath them Rocky Mountains
And tell âem that her workinâ days are through.
CHORUS
Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado,
Thatâs my pony sir and I say she ainât for sale.
Now, Iâve got a pony, the fastest thing around,
And of all the girls Iâve known sheâs the truest one Iâve found.
Well, sheâll cut âem and sheâll head âem just the way you want âem
turned,
And if you drop your loop around âem, she can make a grass rope hum,
And any time you got a rodeo, and Iâve 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 took her to Wyominâ 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,
Iâll take the Buckskin Lady out across the open plains.
Cause sheâs just an ole cow pony and I know sheâd go plum crazy
If she had to stand unsaddled around the barn the whole day through
Iâll just turn her loose to ramble underneath them Rocky Mountains
And tell âem that her workinâ days are through.
CHORUS
Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado,
Thatâs my pony sir and I say she ainât for sale.