Yodelling Little Joe Bonanza ext v2.1.2

Yodelling Little Joe Bonanza ext v2.1.2

2024-04-30

Created By major bing lee With Udio AI

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Yodelling Little Joe Bonanza ext v2.1.2

2024-04-30

Lyrics

Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, My heart beats to the rhythm, pure and true (it's so true). Up here where the air is clear, skies so grand, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, I sing to the land. Yo-de-lay-hee-hoo, it echoes on command, With every note I feel the magic (of the land.) (Yodel) Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, Echoes through the mountains so blue. Yo-de-lay-hee-hoo, In the valleys, the sound (rings true.). High above, the peaks so grand, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, (across the land.) Yo-de-lay-hee-hoo, in harmony we stand, With each yodel, a connection, (unplanned.) In the old west, where legends roam, Little Joe rides, not far from home. But beneath his charm, a darker side, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, where secrets hide. Bonanza’s tales, of family and strife, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, in each life. But watch Little Joe, he wields a knife, Counting the yodels, sharp as a scythe. Pa and Hoss, they ride with pride, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, side by side. Unaware of Little Joe’s dark side, Counting the yodels, where truth’s denied. So as the yodelling echoes clear, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, listen near. In the land of Bonanza, where legends grow, Counting the yodels, what do they show? Pa and Hoss, they ride with pride, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, side by side. Unaware of Little Joe’s dark side, Counting the yodel-au-hee-hoo, where truth’s denied. From Cartwright's lore, tales spun around Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, a familiar sound Beneath Sierra's stars so clear and bright Yodel-ee, yodel-ay, into the night Guarding secrets, in the silver moon's glow Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, only the mountains know By the campfire’s warm, embracing light, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, through the cowboy’s night. Tales of brav'ry, of love's first flight, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, 'neath the stars so bright. The pines they whisper, as the night birds call, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, nature's hallowed hall. By the embers' crackle, tales untold, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, spirits bold. In the heartland, dreams are spun, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, until the morning sun. In the silence, just before dawn, Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, the day is born.