I Wish I Was A Cowboy

D When I was a boy, my mother once asked me A D what I would wish to be G D I told her “mother, the man I would like to be, A is the type you might hate to see. D I would love to be a little cowboy G roaming with my guitar all day D with the prettiest women around me A D singing my little cowboy song” G O yippeeyay D yippee ya-aaay A7 D A cowboy I would love to die F#m G My mommy got annoyed, she scowled at me F#7 well what else can I do? D But sing yayyy O yippee ya-ayyy A7 D A cowboy i’d love to be G D A7 D D My mommy sat down crying A7 D My daddy also sat down, looking ever so blue G A He said, “Sonny, what you cannot do, D A you’d better try to be somebody else.” D I said I’d rather be a little cowboy G than any great somebody else D with my guitar and the women around me A D singing my little cowboy song G O yippeeyay D yippee ya-aaay A7 D A cowboy I would love to die