Daddy's Little Cowboy

Here comes Daddy’s little cowboy
Isn’t he a sight?
All dressed up in his western outfit
Looking for a fight
He packs a great big six gun pistol
One that really shoots
His spurs they jingle jangle on his sure enough cowboy boots.

Daddy’s little cowboy
The toughest of galoots
With his western hat
His six gun ghat
And his sure enough cowboy boots.

Here comes Daddy’s little cowboy
Shooting up the town
He’s got the rustlers on the run
He’s ‘bout to mow em down
Before he goes to sleep tonight
He’ll run em all upstairs
Then lock em up in his bedroom jail
And make em say their prayers.

He’s daddy’s little cowboy
The toughest of galoots
With his western hat
Six gun ghat
And his sure enough cowboy boots.

Come on sleepy little cowboy
Lay that pistol down
You’ve shot up everything in sight
You’ve really mowed em down
You’ve got the robbers all in jail
And now they’ll have to pay
So come on little buckaroo
It’s time to hit the hay

Oh he’s Daddy’s little cowboy
All tucked away in bed
With his western hat
His six gun ghat
Daddy’s cowboy sleepy head!