Cowpoke
Stan Jones
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
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
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