The Cavvy Song

Jingling the cavvy in, line em up the ropes Have the boss houlihan one out, its a big stout colt New kid eases his rig on, nice and easy there 'Fore you trot out in the morning the colts are all humped up And walking on air Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah No I don't wanna talk, don't wanna make small chit-chat All I want is my freedom, my horses, and the desert Lordy do I ever love to sing The Cavvy Song Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah the Cavvy Song There's sorrels, bays, blacks, and greys, a few red and blue roans We rope em out and we tie em down and we ride the rough ones up We've got a reputation for horses that are tough Lordy do we ever love to sing the Cavvy Song Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah the Cavvy Song Yeah I know you've all heard Tyson's songs About the ranches all long gone Seems to me, you all forget there's still some good big outfits left So I'll ramble and I'll gamble away my younger years On cheap motels on the weekends, bad horses, and cold beer Lordy do I ever love to sing the Cavvy Song Oh, the Cavvy Song