Mama Was a Cowgirl
song
Article voiceover
Note: This is a song—click on the audio widget above to listen to it.
Words, music, guitar strumming, and vocals by Jonathan Potter
Mama carried me inside her Nine long months And never to my knowledge Complained, not once When I made my exit Or entrance as it were I don’t know who it hurt worse Me or her But we both got over it And happy days came along Riding over the prairie And singing her song Yippie-ti-yi-yay Get along little baby I think I shall name you Jonathan, maybe A cowboy you’ll be In your little old boots With a holster on your belt And a gun that shoots Hardtack in your backpack Rattlesnakes in a gunny sack You’ll wander the land And give the gals hoots Yes my mama was a cowgirl Tried and true But she listened to Bach And Beethoven too She once shot a man In a honky-tonk saloon For malignin’ Mozart And failin’ to carry a tune In Wyoming they say She made a man pay Ten dollars for every Wrong note he’d play She married that man And he is my pa Yippie ti yi do Re mi fa so la Yippie ti yi yay Get along little baby I think I shall call you Jonathan, maybe A cowboy you’ll be In your little old boots With a holster on your belt And a gun that shoots Hardtack in your backpack Rattlesnakes in a gunny sack You’ll wander the land And give the gals hoots [click on the voiceover link above to listen to this song]
The sun may rise in the east but the son is unsettling in the west.
This was amazing, and it makes me think you might be interested in a little project. I found A photocopy of the sheet music and lyrics to the song my father had copyrighted and to the best of my knowledge, it has never been recorded. Interested in a Potter poem's version with that voice of yours?