Dave Stamey - Cowpoke Lyrics
And the good Lord knows the reason I'm just a cowpokeFrom Cheyenne to Douglas, all the ranges I know'Cause I drift with the wind, no one cares where I goI ain't got a dime in these old worn out jeansSo I'll stop eatin' steak and go back to beansI'll pick up a ten spot in Prescott I knowWell, I'm ridin' the broncs in the big rodeoSome evening in springtime a filly I'll findAnd I might spend all the summer with her on my mindBut I'll never be branded and never be brokeI'm a carefree, range ridin', driftin' cowpoke