(howl) 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
I drift with the wind no one cares where I go
Well I ain't got a dime in these old worn out jeans
So I'll quit eatin' steak and back to beans
I'll pick up a ten spot and press God I know
Well I'm ridin' the broncs in the big rodeo (howl)
Been down in the prairie my pony and I
Hear the wail of the coyote hear his cry (howl)
