[ Featuring
Guy Mitchell ]
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun.
I'm just a rollin' stone, I wander on my own,
And always take my own advice
I've travelled every trail, and never been in jail
'Cos I've deserved it once or twice
My horse has been my pal, but once I met a gal,
And thought a kiss would be no crime
I darn near lost my life, she was the sheriff's wife,
I just got out of town in time.
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun.
(Short Musical Break)
Now when I leave a town and get to beddin' down
I kinda wink up at the stars
Nobody knows my name, they only know I came
And drank my weight in all the bars
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun.
