Kerry Christensen - Песенка мистера Й'одля | Текст песни

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There are crooks in this here west
Who have claimed to be the best
And they think they wrote the book on how to rustle

Well, as good as they may be
Not a one's as good as me
And I barely have to move a single muscle!

They call me mean, boys,
Depraved and nasty, too
And they ain't seen, boys,
The cruelest thing I do:

You see I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
The sweetest way of rustlin' yet devised.

'Cause when I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle
Why, look, how them cows get hypnotized!

- He don't prod, he don't yell, still he drives them dogies well
Which ain't easy, when your chaps are labeled XXXXL!

Yes, if you're lookin' from a bovine point of view
I shure can

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-odle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo

Here we go, boys! 5000 cattle in the side pocket!

[gejodel]

Yes, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
A sound that cattle truly take to heart.

Yeah, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
And smack my big old rump if that aint art.

- He don't rope - Not a chance! - He just puts 'em in a trance.
- He's a pioneer pied piper in ten-gallon underpants!

Yep, I'm the real rip-roarin' deal to those who moo!
Thanks to my

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-odle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo


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