Cowpoke lyrics

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 ol' wore out jeans

So I'll stop eating steak

And go back to beans

I'll pick up a ten spot

In Prescott I know

I'll ride in the broncs

In the big rodeo

Been down in the prairie

My pony and I

Hear the wail of the coyote

Hear his cry

Well next summer it's north

If there ain't a big drought

And as soon as it frosts

Well I'll be headed back south

I don't have no worries

I ain't got the time

I'm too busy living

This free life of mine

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

• Artist:Stan Jones