Now, I?e got a pony, the fastest thing around,
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And of all the girls I?e known she? the truest one I?e found.
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Well, she?l cut ?m and she?l head ?m just the way you want ?m
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turned,
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And if you drop your loop around ?m, she can make a grass rope hum,
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And any time you got a rodeo, and I?e got the entry fee,
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You can bet your boots my gal and I will come.
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CHORUS
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Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado
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That young pony was born to work the trail.
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Some old Idaho rawhider was the first one tried to ride her,
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Bronco buster, wild horse rustler, well she flipped him off like a
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turkey feather duster.
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Now, some folks like a Cadillac with power brakes and air,
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Just give me a Hamlee saddle and my little buckskin mare.
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Well, I rode her up a mountain when we made that summer drive,
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And I [G]took her to Wyomin?for a rodeo or two,
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At old Cheyenne and Saratoga, we roped them little dogies,
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She the best ole gal this cowboy ever knew.
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When she gets to old to rodeo too old to ride the range,
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I?l take the Buckskin Lady out across the open plains.
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Cause she? just an ole cow pony and I know she? go plum crazy
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If she had to stand unsaddled around the barn the whole day through
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I?l just turn her loose to ramble underneath them Rocky Mountains
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And tell ?m that her workin?days are through.
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CHORUS
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Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado,
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That? my pony sir and I say she ain? for sale.
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The Buckskin Lady
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