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, all the ranges I know Cause I drift with the wind, no one cares where I go

Well I ain't got a dime in these old worn out jeans So I'll stop eatin' steak and go back to beans

But I'll pick up a ten spot in Prescott I know Well, I'm ridin' the broncs in the big rodeo

Some evenin' in the 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 ridin', driftin' cowpoke.