Bobby Broome

Lyrics

If Santa was a cowboy
He'd have a horse drawn sleigh
Instead of ho ho ho
You’d hear yippee ki yay
He'd wrangle up those presents
For the little buckaroos
Instead of fur and satin
He'd be wearing chaps and boots

He's a night rider, a high flyer
Them saddlebags get lighter
As he gallops cross the sky
Don't leave him milk and cookies
He'll trade barbecue for toys
If Santa Claus was a cowboy

If Santa was a cowboy
He'd be from San Antone
But he'd have a little spread up north
Out where the reindeer roam
He’d make his rounds at midnight
And the only sound that's heard
Ain't the ringing of the bell's
It's the jingle of his spurs

He's a night rider, a high flyer
Them saddlebags get lighter
As he gallops cross the sky
Don't leave him milk and cookies
He'll trade barbecue for toys
If Santa Claus was a cowboy

As he flies away you'll hear him say in that Texas drawl
Giddy up we're going home and merry Christmas y'all

He's a night rider, a high flyer
Them saddlebags get lighter
As he gallops cross the sky
Don't leave him milk and cookies
He'll trade barbecue for toys
If Santa Claus was a cowboy