Got me a horse,
got me a cow,
sure enough I'm
a cowboy now.
Gone ridin’, gone ridin’,
says Nicholas.

I love my horse,
his name is Pete,
there aren't no girl
nearly so sweet.
Gone ridin’, gone ridin’,
says Nicholas.

Got silver spurs,
rattlesnake boots,
a trusty gun
that really shoots.
Gone ridin’, gone ridin’,
says Nicholas.

Got a saddle,
an' got a rope,
don’t mind dirt
but I hate soap.
Gone ridin’, gone ridin’,
says Nicholas.


 
I got some jeans,
I got a hat,
got me a dog
ain’t got no cat.
Gone ridin’, gone ridin’,
says Nicholas.

Ride in the sun,
howl at the moon,
I take a bath
near every June.
Gone ridin’, gone ridin’,
says Nicholas.

Some folks reckon
I’ll settle down.
not ’til I’m six
feet underground.
Gone ridin’, gone ridin’,
says Nicholas.

©R. Bartly Betts, 2001