and stands tall in his boots
And it's home on the range
he's the fastest stroller,
and his stick horse is his faith
He sees riders in the sky
as the clouds go rolling by,
and he's looking for signs of
He checks his Roy Rogers guns
for the ambush sure to come
and he knows it's time to eat
His lullaby in the cradle
was the streets of Laredo
And he's growing up to the tune
Riding his broomstick horse,
playing guitar on his front porch
is as rosy, sanny in tone
Around the block as they watch him ride
And they know he's chasing
Just when he's got him trapped,
it's time to take his nap
In a showdown with his mom,
His lullaby in the cradle
was the streets of Laredo
And he's growin' up to the tune
Ridin' his broomstick horse,
playin' guitar on his front horse
His lullaby in the cradle
was the streets of Laredo
And he's going up to the tune
Riding his broomstick horse,
playing guitar on his front horse