Songs by Sinatra Show Opening: Night and Day / I'm an Old Cowhand / Tumblin' Tumbleweeds Songtext
von Frank Sinatra

Has anybody got a match? Thanks
Now I can light an Old Gold and listen to Frank Sinatra

Night and day, you are the one
Only you ′neath the moon or under the sun

Yes, ladies and gentlemen Old Gold cigarettes the treasure of them all
Presents songs by Sinatra
Oh Frank after nine weeks in the snowy white East
Welcome to the Golden West
Thank you, Marvin Miller

Ah, the West, the warm sun and the wonderful air
Just let me take a deep breath of this air
Is that ever keen and good?
I think I'll have another go at it

You′re wasting your time His
Wasting my time Axel?
Yeah, who's gonna believe it that you do your own breathing?
Haha, what you mean you fool? Haha


But I got news for you Ax
Leave little bellows of mine if enough air pressure build up to say
Hello there neighbors, won't you join us out here in the West for our old Western music gallery?
Hop along, let′s start on and wrangle a small town beef for you boy

I′m an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
But my legs ain't bowed
And my cheeks ain′t tanned
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer ′cause I don't know how
And I sure ain′t fixin' to start in now
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride
′Fore I learned to stand

I′m a ridin' fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the Lone Star state
′Cause I ride the range in a Ford V8
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay


I know all the songs that the cowboys know
'Bout the big corral where the dogies go
′Cause I learned them all on the rad-ee-o
Hey, yppie-yi-yo-ki-yay
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

Yes sir, I'm an old cowhand just back from New York
′Cause thereain't many cowboys for our New York
For about few days they sure got yourselves a messy drug store, they have
Hi there Frank

Well, well
If it ain't isn′t I mean
If it ain′t, if it ain't Juny Hard-Hardigal
My but you sure looking pretty tonight girl
Thanks

Well girl you looking as pretty as a band at hand with brute of baby chicks are you
Thanks a lot His
Frankie, how come all of a sudden this Western lingo?
I think I′m back in my own kneed of West, that's why

Back with the wide open range in the tumblin′ tumble weed
Tumblin' tumble weed
Quick girl hand in my guitar feels it comin′ on me
Ah, they are feels so much better

See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds