The home on the Range - Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo | Текст песни

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Now, listen up.
There are crooks in this here West
Who have claimed to be the best,
An' think they wrote the book on how to rustle.
Well, as good as they may be
Not a one's as good as me,
An' 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-Oo!
The sweetest way of rustlin' yet devised!
Cause when I Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo!
Well, lookie 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 yer lookin' from a bovine point of view,
I sure can Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo!
Here we go, boys! Five thousand cattle in the side...pocket!
*yodeling*
Yes, I can Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo!
A sound them cattle truly take to heart!
YEAH, I can Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo!
An' smack mah big ol' rump if that ain't 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 rop-roarin' deal to those who moo!
Thanks to my Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-
I got cattle out the ol' wazoo!
'Cause I can Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo!
Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo!

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