Lyrics

Hey daddy please help me I sure need a hand
you see I'm saddling up but my pony won't stand
he's backed in the corner and he's kickin' the wall
but since mom moved that toy box he?s a little too tall
With his boots on the wrong feet and his holster tied low
Saddlebag, saddle and a blanket bedroll
a little toy rifle he made from a broom
he'll ride cross the prairie right there in his room

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And in his mind he's out driving a herd toward the rail
headed north out of Texas on the old Chisholm Trail
I'd love to ride with him but that pony might bust
cause there's a little cowboy in all of us

I said son where you headed, he answered out west
well there's word they need riders on the pony express
hey I might be a scout, dad, or a sheriff on TV
any outfit can use a top hand like me
Well I told him be careful don't die hard and fast
take a deep seat if you?re riding into the past
he said I'll be back by supper, bedtime almost
He grabbed the reins, pulled his hat down, and he waved adios

Chorus :
And in his mind he's out driving a herd toward the rail
headed north out of Texas on the old Chisholm Trail
I'd love to ride with him but that pony might bust
cause there's a little cowboy in all of us

you know as I step from his world back into my own
I thought we're no different, he might be little, and I'm grown
but we both dream ?bout places that neither one of us have ever been
heck I'm four and forty, and I'm still playing pretend

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I wish I was out driving a herd toward the rail
headed north out of Texas on the old Chisholm Trail
I'll bury my new spurs in the ground till they rust
There's not a little cowboy in all of us
Just a little cowboy in all of us