Yippy Ty Oh Hey Hey Lyrics – Cody Johnson

Read the full Yippy Ty Oh Hey Hey lyrics by Cody Johnson from the album Banks Of The Trinity along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

Well, the wind’s too high to brand today, can’t even start a fire
It ain’t rained in three damn months, so I’m here patching this barbed wire
And I’d hate to think what’d happen if I actually starved to death
But at least my horses and my cattle won’t, I got thirty-six bales left

Yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey

This here land was my grandpa’s until I turned sixteen
He handed it down to my daddy, who passed it down to me
And I wasted most of my youth toiling time away
Feeding Braford cows and baling coastal hay

Said yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey

Well, this land is cut by the river, the damned ol’ trinity
When she gets to feeling mad, Lord, she sure gets deep
And there’s dirt on my girt and blood on my saddle horn
This life, it might not be for you, but this is where I was born

Singing yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey

It was the spring of 1925, a cold and cloudy day
Twelve cowboys came riding in to take this land away
Daddy grabbed a shotgun and I grabbed a .22
And I buried all twelve men that day and I buried daddy too

Singing yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey

I married in the fall of 1933
She gave me two strong, young boys who both looked up to me
And I taught ’em how to work this land and how to read the sky
And they’ll still be here with my grandkids long after I die

Singing yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey

Well, this land is cut by the river, the damned ol’ trinity
And when she gets to feeling mad, Lord, she sure gets deep
And there’s dirt on their girts and blood on their saddle horns
This life, it might not be for you, but this is where they were born

Singing yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey

Someday soon, they’ll lay me down ‘neath that old oak tree
Point me towards the west and this is what I hope you’ll sing

Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey