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
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 in Prescott, I know, while
ridin' the broncs in the big rodeo.
Some evening in springtime a filly I'll find
And I might spend all the summer with her on my mind
But I'll never be branded and I'll never be broke
I'm a carefree range ridin' driftin' cowpoke