Gord Bamford - Little Cowboys

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

Little cowboy
Little cowboy

Written by:
Gord Bamford, Phil Barton, Wynn Varble

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