Riders In The Sky - Woody's Roundup Lyrics

Woody's Roundup, right here every day
Woody's Roundup, come on, it's time to play
There's Jessie, the yodeling cowgirl

Bullseye, he's Woody's horse
He's a smart one
Pete the old prospector
And Woody the man himself

Of course, it's time for Woody's Roundup
He's the very best
He's the rootinest, tootinest cowboy
In the wild, wild west

Woody's Roundup, come on, gather 'round
Woody's Roundup, where nobody wears a frown
Bad guys go running whenever he's in town
He's the rootinest, tootinest, shootinest
Hootinest cowboy around

Woody's Roundup