Whoopie ti-yi-yo
Rocking to and fro
Back in the saddle again
My little boy said
"Daddy, who's Gene Autry?"
His old movie was coming on TV
And I said
"Let me tell you about him, son"
And I took him upon my knee
Why, when I was a little boy about your size
And just about every Saturday night
When I could scrape up a dime for the movies
And when my Daddy said "alright"
I'd be right downtown at the picture show
Like everybody else that could
To see a handsome man
On a big fine stallion
Going about doing good
Singing, "Whoopie ti-yi-yo
Rocking to and fro
Put him back in the saddle again
Whoopie ti-yi-yay
Let him go on his way
Back in the saddle again"
Why, he could ride his horse
And play his guitar
And sing all at the same time
And I was riding right along
There beside him
On that broomstick pony of mine
And you know
His pistol never ran out of bullets
When the bad guys had to be stopped
And somehow his bullets never drew any blood
But the bad guys dropped when he shot
Yeah, old Gene was an image of justice
And goodness and purity
And in the eyes of a poor little country boy
He made the world look better to me
Singing, "Whoopie ti-yi-yo
Rocking to and fro
Put him back in the saddle again
Whoopie ti-yi-yay
Let him go on his way
Back in the saddle again"
And you know the way he rescued the rancher's daughter
It'd send a thrill right up the aisle
And the ending would always send us home
With a good victorious smile
Now you ask me who's Gene Autry
Well, son, go ahead and watch the show
And then ride off into the sunset with him
Like I did forty years ago
Singing, "Whoopie ti-yi-yo
Rocking to and fro
Put him back in the saddle again
Whoopie ti-yi-yay
Let him go on his way
Back in the saddle again"