Doggone Cowboy

I'm kin to the rovin' wind that brings the norther in Along that dusty trail I'll take my stand The steers are big and bold, and the nights are often cold But I'll get by so long as I can Throw that rope, and brand that calf, dream of a girl in a photograph I got no home, I got no wife, But I'll be a doggone cowboy all of my life I'm up at the crack of dawn and I throw the bacon on Seems somehow my work is never through When I get done at night all the stars are big and bright But then that's sorta what you're used to when you Throw that rope, and brand that calf, dream of a girl in a photograph I got no home, I got no wife, But I'll be a doggone cowboy all of my life The hot dry wind may blow and you'll see me in the rain and snow With just an old campfire to keep me warm I'll move the herd along, and I'll greet them with a song So I guess that I was born to Throw that rope, and brand that calf, dream of a girl in a photograph I got no home, I got no wife, But I'll be a doggone cowboy all of my life