His little boots, his little chaps Oh 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 little cowboys, 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 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 and his blood running through his veins it’s the way of life
Little cowboy, here comes the next generation Hey little cowboys, 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 shoots giving an eye Carrying the torch and don’t we all thank God
For little cowboys, here comes the next generation Hey little cowboys, 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