Cowpoke

I'm lonesome, but happy

Rich, but I'm broke

And the good Lord knows the reason

I'm just a cowpoke

From Cheyenne to Douglas

The ranges I know

'Cause I drift with the wind

No one cares where I go

I ain't got a dime

In these ol' worn out jeans

So I'll stop eating steak

And I'll go back to beans

I'll pick up a ten spot

In Prescott, I know

Ridin' the broncs

In the big rodeo

Some evening in springtime

A filly I'll find

And I might spend all summer

With her on my mind

But I'll never be branded

And never be broke

I'm a carefree, range-riding

Drifting cowpoke