He is so sweet
A beautiful Sunday morning early out of bed
The sun was shining brightly and you were still in bed
I headed for the stables, planning to take a ride
But then I heard a crackling noise and quickly turned around
Our little boy was sitting on the branch of an apple tree
Reaching for an apple he could barely see
Then he caught me in the eye, gave me a goofy smile
And climbed back down the apple tree, my little honeybee
He is so sweet our little boy, the cutest child on earth
A country boy with dimples in his cheeks
He likes watching rodeo's, riding on a horse
He's not afraid of danger, a real Texas ranger
He likes roping tumbleweed when he's outside
Acting like a cowboy and playing by the riverside
He is a funny boy, who plays a host of tricks
Once he cut the hair of his little sis
When I came home I saw her stitting through the old screendoor
Both her braids were lying on the kitchen floor
He is so sweet our little boy, the cutest child on earth
A country boy with dimples in his cheeks
He likes watching rodeo's, riding on a horse
He's not afraid of danger, a real Texas ranger
He likes roping tumbleweed when he's outside
Acting like a cowboy and playing by the riverside
He is so sweet our little boy, the cutest child on earth
A country boy with dimples in his cheeks
He likes watching rodeo's, riding on a horse
He's not afraid of danger, a real Texas ranger
He likes roping tumbleweed when he's outside
Acting like a cowboy and playing by the riverside
Acting like a cowboy and playing by the riverside
The sun was shining brightly and you were still in bed
I headed for the stables, planning to take a ride
But then I heard a crackling noise and quickly turned around
Our little boy was sitting on the branch of an apple tree
Reaching for an apple he could barely see
Then he caught me in the eye, gave me a goofy smile
And climbed back down the apple tree, my little honeybee
He is so sweet our little boy, the cutest child on earth
A country boy with dimples in his cheeks
He likes watching rodeo's, riding on a horse
He's not afraid of danger, a real Texas ranger
He likes roping tumbleweed when he's outside
Acting like a cowboy and playing by the riverside
He is a funny boy, who plays a host of tricks
Once he cut the hair of his little sis
When I came home I saw her stitting through the old screendoor
Both her braids were lying on the kitchen floor
He is so sweet our little boy, the cutest child on earth
A country boy with dimples in his cheeks
He likes watching rodeo's, riding on a horse
He's not afraid of danger, a real Texas ranger
He likes roping tumbleweed when he's outside
Acting like a cowboy and playing by the riverside
He is so sweet our little boy, the cutest child on earth
A country boy with dimples in his cheeks
He likes watching rodeo's, riding on a horse
He's not afraid of danger, a real Texas ranger
He likes roping tumbleweed when he's outside
Acting like a cowboy and playing by the riverside
Acting like a cowboy and playing by the riverside
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Writer(s): Sandra Emerence R De Moor
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