Up in the morning at the break of day You'll hear a big bearded cowboy at the chuck wagon say "Gather 'round boys, the coffee's hot on the fire There's a full day of branding, we're heating the iron I want to smell that scorched hair and burning hide The horses have grain boys, they're ready to ride Roll up your bed rolls and jump in your boots Daylight is a-wastin', boys, it's out of the shoots" Come on and ride, cowboy, ride Roll up your riatas and pull your sombreros down tight We're going to ride, ride, ride where the trail will wind You'd better drive, drive, drive or we'll leave you behind Come on and ride, ride, ride, cowboy, ride