His little boots,
his little chaps,
Ain't he looking good in his little hat?
He's sitting on the gate all starry-eyed,
He's here to watch his heroes rope and ride.
Little cowboy,
here comes the next generation,
Hey look out boys,
it might be your record he's chasing,
They keep telling me it's a dying breed,
But I think the future looks bright,
So hold on tight,
little cowboy.
He's a mama's boy,
with his daddy's grin,
He's a get knocked down and get right back
up again.
Got some big old dreams for just a little guy,
Born in his blood, running through his
veins, It's the way of life.
Little cowboy,
here comes the next generation,
Hey look out boys,
it might be your record he's chasing,
They keep telling me it's a dying breed,
But I think the future looks bright,
So hold on tight,
little cowboy.
And pretty soon he'll be in the chutes,
giving the nod,
Carrying the torch, and don't we all thank God.
Poor little cowboy,
here comes the next generation,
Hey look out boys,
it might be your record he's breaking,
They keep telling me it's a dying breed,
But I think the future looks bright,
So hold on tight,
little cowboy.
Little cowboy,
little cowboy.