(Stan Jones)
(Moan)
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
'Cause I drift with the wind
No one cares where I go. (Moan)
I ain't got a dime
In these old worn out jeans
So I'll stop eatin' steak
And go 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. (Moan)
Some evening in springtime
A felly I'll find
And we might spend all the summer
With her on my mind.
But I'll never be branded
And never be broke
I'm a carefree range ridin'
Driftin' cowpoke... (Moan)
