Boots on the Pedals

Yodelay-hee-hoo, yo-de-lay-ee, yo-de-lay-ee, yodel, tractor, World War II.

Milo found a litter in a flower-sack drawer. Said the county fair was missing one more star.

He saddled up a bicycle, painted red and gold, with a harmonica in his pocket and a story to be told.

Pass the water tower, pass the old grain mill

The whole wide valley heard that engine thrill

Yodel-ay, yodel-ay, we're rollin' through the county line

Boots on the pedals, heart keepin' time

Yodel-ay, when the harvest moon hangs low

My aloe's got a tale and the whole town wants to know

At the fairground gate, they raised a hand

A runaway goat had hijacked the marching band

Milo chased it, laughing through the cotton candy crowd

While the fiddle player shouted, turn the thing up loud

Round the carousel, past the pie contest

The goat wore a blue ribbon and refused to rest

We're rolling, we're rolling through the county line

Boots on the pedals, heart-keeping time

When the harvest moon hangs low

My hollow's got a tail and the whole town wants to know

The goat climbed the stage, the lights began to spin

Milo played one note and everybody joined in

From the tractor shed to the courthouse door

A crooked little adventure became a legend overnight

Tell me where that wild goat's gonna go

We're rolling, we're rolling through the county line

Boots on the pedals, heart keeping time

Let the dusty speakers blow

Milo's got a tale and the whole town sings along

The fair lights fade away

The goat gets home but Milo rides another day

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