What I wanna say, about yesterday
Was I saw you also near
And I know you tried, close by my side
To draw my attention dear
But you understand, that I really can not get in touch with you
But if you really will, if you want it still
I'll tell you what you'll have to do
Well clap your hands (Huma, Huma ...)
And stamp your feet (Huma, Huma ...)
And I'll come runnin', runnin', runnin' baby
Well clap your hands (Huma, Huma ...)
And stamp your feet (Huma, Huma ...)
And I'll come runnin', runnin', wait and see
Huma la la la-Huma la la-Huma la la la la
Huma la la la-Huma la la-Huma la la la la
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
When them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home ...
I've been walkin' these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Ridin' out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone
Like a rhinestone cowboy