Casey Tibbs lyrics

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.