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