Cowpoke

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Well, I'm lonesome but happy
I'm rich but I'm broke
And the good Lord knows the reason
I'm just a cowpoke
From Cheyenne to Phoenix
All the ranges I know
I just drift with the wind
No one cares where I go
When I ain't got a dime
In these old, worn-out jeans
I just stop eatin' steak
And I go back to beans
I'll pick up a ten-spot
In Prescott, I know
Just from riding the broncs
In the big rodeo
But, maybe in the springtime
A filly I'll find
And I might spend all summer
With her on my mind
But, I'll never be branded
I'll never be broke
I'm a carefree range-ridin' driftin' cowpoke




























