VERSES
the indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
the cowboys take positions in the bushes and the grass
the squaw is with the corporal she is tied against the tree
she doesnt mind the language its the beatings she dont need
she lets loose all the horses while the corporal is asleep
she wakes to find the fire out and arrows in his hats
and davey crockett rides around and says its cool for cats its cool for
CHORUS
cats, cool for cats cool for cats