Well, somewhere back around thirty six
I was standing knee deep in the Oklahoma sticks
Picking them Jimmie Rodgers' licks
Like I owned them
And the girls in town loved what I'd do
I had Choctaw hair and eyes of blue
They'd call me baby I was six foot two
And looked lonesome
Then yonder come a man in a big old car
With a black baret and a big cigar
He said son you're a natural cowboy star
For sure
He looked at me and he said sign
I looked at him and I said fine
I wrote my name on the dotted line
And I became
The Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider
Hero of the plains
Soon I was smiling from magazines
My head slicked down with Vaseline
And all those bobby-sox babies' screams
Would ring
They'd pack them in like Main sardines
And stand them in the mezzanines
To see me ride across the screen and sing
A hundred fights I must have won
A thousand bullets in my gun
And my hat staeyd on through all the fun
And glory
But my real life pony had its hood adorned
With a big old set of western horns
While all America ate popcorn
And marveled at the one and only
Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider
Hero of the plains
Well, a real life villain had crossed the line
So I crossed Hollywood and Vine
And signed another dotted line
My handle
But when I come back most all the noise
Was made for Hoppys Genes and Roys
And Hollywood had more cowboys
Than scandals
So here I am in the Oklahoma sticks
And out of all my old sidekicks
Jack Daniels is the one who sticks
Around
But old friends and fans have begun to write
And I learned why the other night
When I woke up to a TV fight
The hero won and his hat stayed white
And guess who rode across my sight
I tell you I was dynamite
Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider
Appaloosa rider