Gord Bamford Little Cowboys Lyrics

His little boots, his little chaps

Oh ain’t he looking good

In his little hat

He’s sitting on the gate all starry eyed

He’s here to watch his heroes rope and ride

Little cowboy, here comes the next generation

Hey little cowboys, it might be your record he’s chasing

They keep telling me it’s a dying breed

But I think the future looks bright

So hold on tight

Little cowboy

He’s mama’s boy with his daddy’s grin

He’s a get knocked down and get right back up again

Got some big old dreams for just a little guy

Born and his blood running through his veins it’s the way of life

Little cowboy, here comes the next generation

Hey little cowboys, it might be your record he’s chasing

They keep telling me it’s a dying breed

But I think the future looks bright

So hold on tight

Little cowboy

And pretty soon he’ll be in the shoots giving an eye

Carrying the torch and don’t we all thank God

For little cowboys, here comes the next generation

Hey little cowboys, it might be your record he’s chasing

They keep telling me it’s a dying breed

But I think the future looks bright

So hold on tight

Little cowboy

Little cowboy

Little cowboy