(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)