Jingling the cavvy in, line em up the ropes
Have the boss houlihan one out, its a big stout colt
New kid eases his rig on, nice and easy there
'Fore you trot out in the morning the colts are all humped up
And walking on air
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
No I don't wanna talk, don't wanna make small chit-chat
All I want is my freedom, my horses, and the desert
Lordy do I ever love to sing
The Cavvy Song
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah the Cavvy Song
There's sorrels, bays, blacks, and greys, a few red and blue roans
We rope em out and we tie em down and we ride the rough ones up
We've got a reputation for horses that are tough
Lordy do we ever love to sing the Cavvy Song
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah the Cavvy Song
Yeah I know you've all heard Tyson's songs
About the ranches all long gone
Seems to me, you all forget there's still some good big outfits left
So I'll ramble and I'll gamble away my younger years
On cheap motels on the weekends, bad horses, and cold beer
Lordy do I ever love to sing the Cavvy Song
Oh, the Cavvy Song