Six Bucks a Day

I've been a rambling out, Montana way

and trying to live, on a cowpuncher's pay

I've been changing them dams, in the new summer hay

irrigating alfalfa, for six bucks a day

Well out here in the fields, as the water runs down

with the sun high above me, and the sky all around

I'm a dreaming my dreams, of the Canada line

and the places I'd go, if the money were mine

I'd tell you my story, I'd be on my way

but the savings are slow to come

on six bucks a day

now come a Saturday night, well you draw out some pay

then you go into town, just to throw it away

and when the end of the month, comes a rolling your way

well you ain't got much left, at six bucks a day

I'll tell you my story, I'd be on my way

but the savings are slow to come

on six bucks a day

Now if I drew out my time, and I paid off my debts

I couldn't get to great falls, on what I'd have left

but I've got me no choice, when them diesel horns blow

come the wind from the highway, I got to pick up and go

yeah money or none at all, they can't hold me this way

for my blankets are rolled and tied

and I'm leaving today