Bronco Pal

We’ve traveled the winding trails,

We know the sun and the windy gales,

Old bronco pal.

I’ve followed your pounding feet

With all their rhythm my heart would beat,

Old bronco pal.

Yippee-ay, we’re off to a northern land.

Yippee-o, then back to the Rio Grande.

Someday, where an angel waits,

I’ll ride you up to the Pearly Gates,

Old bronco pal.

We’ve traveled the winding trails,

We know the sun and the windy gales,

Old bronco pal.

I’ve followed your pounding feet

With all their rhythm my heart would beat,

Old bronco pal.

Yippee-ay, we’re off to a northern land.

Yippee-o, then back to the Rio Grande.

Someday, where an angel waits,

I’ll ride you up to the Pearly Gates,

Old bronco pal.

We’ve always been pals together, you and I.

Old bronco, you’re just the same as the years go by—

Faithful buddies, you and me.

That is the way it will always be

Until we die.

We’ve traveled the winding trails,

We know the sun and the windy gales,

Old bronco pal.

I’ve followed your pounding feet

With all their rhythm my heart would beat,

Old bronco pal.

Yippee-ay, we’re off to a northern land.

Yippee-o, then back to the Rio Grande.

Someday, where an angel waits,

I’ll ride you up to the Pearly Gates,

Old bronco pal.

(From the soundtrack of the Columbia Picture, Rio Grande, 1938. Notice the unidentified baritone that was used for Bob's solo parts in a few films when Columbia didn't like Bob's voice. The studio finally gave in when they found that the public, familiar with Bob's radio voice, demanded it back.)

For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America

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