Little fellow you're so tired, you could hardly lift you head,
But you want to hear a story before you go to bed.
So if you stay quiet and listen patiently,
I sing you a song that my mother sang to me.

Little cowboy, put your saddle in the bank, tie your horse up tight cause you know no harm.
Put your arms and your gun beside you on the chair,
But don't forget you've got to say your little pray.

Little cowboy, you better hit the sun and train, or you'll be late around the time you know.
If you want to be a cowboy you better rest a while,
Little Cowboy baby of the old chorale

La la la la

Little Cowboy baby of the old chorale