Little Cowboy

Little fellow, you're so tired
You could hardly lift your head
But you wanna hear a story
Before you go to bed
So if you stay quiet
And listen patiently
I sing a song
That my mother sang to me

Little cowboy
Put your saddle in the bank
Tie your horse up tight
'Cause you know no harm
Put your arms and your gun
Beside you on the chair
But don't forget
You've got to say your little prayer

Little cowboy
Oh, you better hit the sun and train
Or you'll be late around the time you know
If you want to be a cowboy
You better rest a while
Little Cowboy baby of the old chorale

La la la la

Little Cowboy baby of the old chorale