The Buckskin Lady Songtext
von Chris LeDoux

Now, I′ve got a pony, the fastest thing around
And of all the girls I've known she′s the truest one I've found

Well, she'll cut ′em and she′ll head 'em just the way you want ′em turned
And if you drop your loop around 'em, she can make a grass rope hum
And any time you′ve got a rodeo, and I've got the entry fee
You can bet your boots my gal and I will come

Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado
That young pony was born to work the trail
Some old Idaho rawhider was the first one tried to ride her
Bronco buster, wild horse rustler
Well she flipped him off like a turkey feather duster

Now, some folks like a Cadillac with power brakes and air
Just give me a hamlee saddle and my little buckskin mare


Well, I rode her up the mountain when we made that summer drive
And I took her to Wyomin′ for a rodeo or two
At old Cheyenne and Saratoga, we'd roped them little dogies
She's the best ol′ gal this cowboy ever knew

When she gets too old to rodeo, too old to ride the range
I′ll take the buckskin lady out across the open plains

'Cause she′s just an ol' cow pony and I know she′d go plum crazy
If she had to stand unsaddled around the barn the whole day through
I'll just turn her loose to ramble, underneath them rocky mountains
And tell ′em that her workin' days are through

Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado
That young pony was born to work the trail
Some old Idaho rawhider was the first one tried to ride her
Bronco buster, wild horse rustler
Well she flipped him off like a turkey feather duster

Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of Colorado
That's my pony sir and I say she ain′t for sale