With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go, I guess you know, I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun

I'm just a rollin' stone
I wander on my own
And always take my own advice
I've travelled every trail
And never been in jail
'cause I've deserved it once or twice

My heart has been my pal
But once I met a gal
And thought a kiss would be no crime
I darn near lost my life
She was the sheriff's wife
I just got outta town in time

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go, I guess you know, I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun

Now, when I leave a town
And get to beddin' down
I kinda wink up at the stars
Nobody knows my name
They only know I came
And drank my weight in all the bars

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go, I guess you know, I tip my hat to none.

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun.

