blue eyes and frcles neath a white cowboy hat his two bestest friends are his dog and his cat he s one of the good guys it s plain to see shore enough cowboy though he s only three there s a cute little filly she lives right next door she d like to brand him but he s no green horn she ll offer him candy but he knows her game he ll take what she gives him then be on his way blue eyes and freckles and holes in his jeans out in the back yard ridin his dreams he s uor little cowboy until the day our fences can t hold him and he ll ride away saturday morning he s up before dawn grabs his cap pistol and pulls his hat on today the lone ranger and him make their ride them outlaws better find some place to hide with tears in his eyes and a scratch on his chin his onery old cyuse done throwed him again but a kiss and a cookie will soon ease the pain he ll mount up and be back ridin the range mama just look how our little boy s grown he ll soon be a man with a mind all his own and i know the hardest thing we ll ever do is take down the fences and just turn him loose