Lyrics
Buckaroo
He’s a sawed-off son of a buck
He’s a bareback rodeo
A Lonestar shining for luck
A Bob Wills country show
He’s a rough whiskey
A might risky
When any old drink’ll do
He’s a homespun soul
always ready to roll
He’s our Buckaroo
I was twelve years old
All alone
Sittin’ on my barrel bull
When up pulled a man
Mustache in his hand
Lordy lookin’ cowboy cool
I longed to be a real cowboy
Had to ride with that bunch
Looking back I never learned to rope
But I can cook up a turtle for lunch
He’s a sawed-off son of a buck
He’s a bareback rodeo
A Lonestar shining for luck
A George Goss country show
He’s a rough whiskey
A might risky
When any old drink’ll do
He’s a homespun soul
always ready to roll
He’s our Buckaroo
The year was 1996
Give or take one or two
He was entered in the West Rodeo
Last nod for Buckaroo
We were shocked to see that red headed pup
Dusty crawling all in his lap
Said “I’m sorry boys, hangin’ up my spurs.”
“Give up the riggin’ for a diaper bag!”
He’s a sawed-off son of a buck
He’s a bareback rodeo
A Lonestar shining for luck
A Gil Prather cowboy show
He’s a rough whiskey
A might risky
When any old drink’ll do
He’s a homespun soul
always ready to roll
He’s our Buckaroo
He’s a homespun soul
always ready to roll
He’s our Buckaroo