singer
songwriter
poet
Well it's late at night…you can feel the heat,
there are wolverines waiting in the street…
all the neon lights are cutting out the stars,
I don't know where I am…
though I've come so far.

What's become of me? Sitting, drinking beer;
it's the midnight hour, and I can't see too clear,
but if I had my horse, like the "good ol' days"
I could saddle up,……
simply ride away…

Yippee-i-o, Yippee-i-o, yippee -i-ay
Yippee-i-o, Yippee-i-o,
Yippee-i-o, Yippee-i-o;…
Yippee-i-ay

There was once a time, not so very long ago,
a young man thought he'd see how far a little dream might go.
Now they circle round, everybody wants to stake their claim
I'm on a wanted poster;
and everybody knows my name…
Won't you come with me, baby there's a place I know,
You could hold on tight when they close this show
and we'll race the moon, across the desert plain…
then we'll leap the stars…
and ride on again…

Yippee-i-o, Yippee-i-o, yippee -i-ay
Yippee-i-o, Yippee-i-o,
Yippee-i-o, Yippee-i-o;…

Yippee-i-ay

© Steve O'Kane