| Oh, gimme a horse, a great big horse,
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| And gimme a buckaroo,
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh, gimme a ranch, a big pair of pants,
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| And gimme a Stetson too,
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Give me the wide open spaces…
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| For I’m just like a prairie flower,
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| Growing wilder by the hour.
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| Oh. |
| gimme a moon, a prairie moon,
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| And gimme a gal what’s true,
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh, I never could sing a high class thing,
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| Good music I never knew,
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| But I can Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh, I never could dance, 'cause when I dance,
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| I ruin the lady’s shoe,
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| But I can Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| It’s just a gift from the prairie …
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| You shout it when a bad man jigs,
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| And it’s very good for calling pigs.
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| I never could speak a word of Greek,
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| I never could boop-boop-a-doo,
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| But I can Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh, you open your mouth two feet wide,
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| And take a big breath or two,
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| And then you Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh. |
| you wiggle your toes and grit your teeth
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| Like Dangerous Dan McGrew,
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| And then you Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Be careful not to sing soprano,
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| And never Hi-de-hi-de-ho,
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| 'Cause that don’t go out in Idaho.
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| Oh, buckle your belt and fix your hat,
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| And spit her out, ka-choo!
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| And then you Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh, what did Miss Cleopatra say to Antony when they met?
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| She hollered «Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!»
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| Oh, what did that roaming Romeo yell to Miss Juliet?
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| He hollered «Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!»
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| It started way back in Eden,
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| And Eve was the cause, and it’s no fib,
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| She wah-hooed Adam for a rib.
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| Oh, what did Miss Pocahontas yell
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| The minute she saw John Smith?
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| She hollered «Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!»
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| Oh, gimme the plains, the Western plains,
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| And a bottle of apple jack,
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh gimme a saloon, an old spittoon,
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| And a package of chaw-tobacc',
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Give me a gal from dear old Dallas,
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| And play a Texas Tommy dance
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| And I’ll cut loose with a wild romance!
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| Oh, gimme a gat, a cowboy hat,
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| A handkerchief red and blue,
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh, gimme the plains, a pair of reins,
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| And my boots and saddle too,
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Oh, lemme get at a lari-at,
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| As a steer comes into view,
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo!
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| Give me the wide open spaces!
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| Each time I see a sawdust bar,
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| I wanna be a way out thar!
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| Oh, show me the pal who’ll steal my gal,
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| And hand me my .32,
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| And let me Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |
| Wah Hoo! |