Canadian Celtic Cowboy
He came down to the river Tay
From the Highlands to stay
Found his way to Amerikay
Great Great Grandpa Wallace
Grandpa Wallace, he did say
Gonna be a Cowboy one fine day
Whenever he got saddled
I'm sure that you'd be rattled
By Great Great Grandpa Wallace
That's why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm ridding this Big Black Mare
In guns and Kilt you'd better not stare
At the Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Yee Hah
Now he got along well was one of the boys
But was nae dressing that way
In pleated skirt he did sash shay
My Great Great Grandpa Wallace
Was Billie The Kid that taught him to draw
So when he heard a laugh or a loud Guffaw
There'd be a funeral next day the piper would play
Paid by Marshall Wallace
That's why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm ridding this Big Black Mare
In guns and Kilt you'd better not stare
At the Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Now when they'd come into town
We'd be singing that famous song they we wrote
That goes
Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh
Sounds good eh
Well one day when strutting past Rosealee's
Came the sound of a Harp on a Good Stiff Breeze
Great Great Grandpa got on his Knees
And married Angel Wennes
Traveled out West to find a Home
Settled in a town called Tombstone
Started a choir for gunslingers
Most of them were singers
The church of Reverend Wallace
Why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm not wearing my underwear
What did I say that for
That's why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm ridding this Big Black Mare
In guns and Kilt you'd better not stare
At the Canadian Celtic Cowboy
That's better Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Now a year went by without a fight
A gunman arrived was quite a sight
A rival clan and a Celtic Knight
Who challenged Grandpa Wallace
Lucky for me that his son was born
Because the Showdown came that very morn
When he went for his gun he grabbed his sporn
Was the end of Grandpa Wallace
Why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm ridding this Big Black Mare
In guns and Kilt you'd better not stare
At the Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Now Grandpa Wallace you could say
He became a Legend in his day
From the Great White North they still ride forth
Canadian Celtic Cowboys
And they'd be singing that famous song
That they wrote that goes
Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh
From the Highlands to stay
Found his way to Amerikay
Great Great Grandpa Wallace
Grandpa Wallace, he did say
Gonna be a Cowboy one fine day
Whenever he got saddled
I'm sure that you'd be rattled
By Great Great Grandpa Wallace
That's why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm ridding this Big Black Mare
In guns and Kilt you'd better not stare
At the Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Yee Hah
Now he got along well was one of the boys
But was nae dressing that way
In pleated skirt he did sash shay
My Great Great Grandpa Wallace
Was Billie The Kid that taught him to draw
So when he heard a laugh or a loud Guffaw
There'd be a funeral next day the piper would play
Paid by Marshall Wallace
That's why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm ridding this Big Black Mare
In guns and Kilt you'd better not stare
At the Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Now when they'd come into town
We'd be singing that famous song they we wrote
That goes
Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh
Sounds good eh
Well one day when strutting past Rosealee's
Came the sound of a Harp on a Good Stiff Breeze
Great Great Grandpa got on his Knees
And married Angel Wennes
Traveled out West to find a Home
Settled in a town called Tombstone
Started a choir for gunslingers
Most of them were singers
The church of Reverend Wallace
Why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm not wearing my underwear
What did I say that for
That's why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm ridding this Big Black Mare
In guns and Kilt you'd better not stare
At the Canadian Celtic Cowboy
That's better Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Now a year went by without a fight
A gunman arrived was quite a sight
A rival clan and a Celtic Knight
Who challenged Grandpa Wallace
Lucky for me that his son was born
Because the Showdown came that very morn
When he went for his gun he grabbed his sporn
Was the end of Grandpa Wallace
Why I'm here not over there
That's why I'm ridding this Big Black Mare
In guns and Kilt you'd better not stare
At the Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Canadian Celtic Cowboy
Now Grandpa Wallace you could say
He became a Legend in his day
From the Great White North they still ride forth
Canadian Celtic Cowboys
And they'd be singing that famous song
That they wrote that goes
Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh Yippy ki Eh
Credits
Writer(s): David Simmons
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