The “Ballad of Wayne Eddy” by Craig Wasner & Scott Richardson.

Here is the official “Ballad of Wayne Eddy”!  Thanks to Craig Wasner for recording this song and to Scott Richardson for writing the original lyrics, and the voice on the “Yipee-yi-yoooooo, yipee-yi-yaaaayy” echos.

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The Ballad of Wayne Eddy
A young DJ rode into town one bright and sunny day.
KYMN-radio was launched one morn with Up, Up and Away.
He sat behind the microphone and settled in his chair
Broadcasting on the AM dial, Wayne Eddy on the air.
He pledged to take the town by storm with wit and guile and charm.
He hawked air-time, he tracked the news, he sounded storms’ alarm.
He joined the clubs. He volunteered. He made his way with flair.
Broadcasting on the AM dial, Wayne Eddy on the air.
Yippee Yi Aaaa….Yippee Yi Ohhh! Wayne Eddy on the air.
We knew him as the auction man. He savored every bid.
The cow that mooed, the cherry tree, the years oh how they slid.
He helped restore the Scriver’s front he rode with Jesse James.
Booster was his middle name, between Eddy and then Wayne.
He rode a hog. He rode a horse. His convertible was cool.
His hair was fro’d. He liked the look. The sideburns, there were two.
The polyester plaid he wore. He looked so debonair.
Broadcasting on the AM dial. Wayne Eddy on the air.
Yippe Yi A….. Yippee Yi Oh…. Wayne Eddy on the air.
He won awards at every turn. The accolades, they rained.
The key, he said, is showing up. Together we make gains.
His pipes were gifts. He used them well to serve a town so fair.
Broadcasting on the AM dial. Wayne Eddy’s on the air.
The years go by. We’re bumped and bruised. The wisdom it comes late.
Wayne’s now an elder statesman, who appreciates his fate.
He interviews the folks he knows and tells their tales with care.
Broadcasting on the AM dial. Wayne Eddy’s still on the air.
Yippe Yi A….. Yippee Yi Oh…. Wayne Eddy on the air.

The Ballad of Wayne Eddy
A young DJ rode into town one bright and sunny day.KYMN-radio was launched one morn with Up, Up and Away.He sat behind the microphone and settled in his chairBroadcasting on the AM dial, Wayne Eddy on the air.
He pledged to take the town by storm with wit and guile and charm.He hawked air-time, he tracked the news, he sounded storms’ alarm.He joined the clubs. He volunteered. He made his way with flair.Broadcasting on the AM dial, Wayne Eddy on the air.
Yippee Yi Aaaa….Yippee Yi Ohhh! Wayne Eddy on the air.
We knew him as the auction man. He savored every bid.The cow that mooed, the cherry tree, the years oh how they slid.He helped restore the Scriver’s front he rode with Jesse James.Booster was his middle name, between Eddy and then Wayne.
He rode a hog. He rode a horse. His convertible was cool.His hair was fro’d. He liked the look. The sideburns, there were two.The polyester plaid he wore. He looked so debonair.Broadcasting on the AM dial. Wayne Eddy on the air.
Yippe Yi A….. Yippee Yi Oh…. Wayne Eddy on the air.
He won awards at every turn. The accolades, they rained.The key, he said, is showing up. Together we make gains.His pipes were gifts. He used them well to serve a town so fair.Broadcasting on the AM dial. Wayne Eddy’s on the air.
The years go by. We’re bumped and bruised. The wisdom it comes late.Wayne’s now an elder statesman, who appreciates his fate.He interviews the folks he knows and tells their tales with care.Broadcasting on the AM dial. Wayne Eddy’s still on the air.
Yippe Yi A….. Yippee Yi Oh…. Wayne Eddy on the air.