The forties in South Dakota
America's young and free
John Tibbs raised up 10 children
One turned out to be
The wildest young bronc fighter
Whoever bucked down the line
Was just 19 when he won the world back in 1949
Ya, Casey he was different
The great ones always are
They march to a different drummer
They follow a different star
From the broncs in the chutes to the downtown ladies
Everybody knew
Fourth of July big blue sky
Casey was a'coming through
And the chaps were purple
The Cadillac was purple
The sky was 1950 blue
Green was the colour of the greenback dollar
Rode them broncs with a whoop and holler
Casey the Rainbow Rider
Never be another like you, no sir
When I get to California
Down San Diego way
I wanna sing that song for Casey
Just to hear what he has to say
Look at pictures of the Wild Bunch hanging up there on the wall
I'm the number one fan
Of the Rainbow Man
He's the wildest of 'em all
And the chaps were purple
The Cadillac was purple
The sky was 1950 blue
Green was the colour of the greenback dollar
He rode them broncs with a whoop and a holler
Casey the Rainbow Rider
Never be another like you, no sir.