You can talk about your farms and your cattleman's charms.
Talk about your silver and your gold! But the cowboy's life, is a very dreary life, it's a ridin' in the heat and the cold.
It's half past four, the noisy cripple roar, the rights of breaking of the day.
Slowly we will rise and wipe our sleepy eyes. Sweet dreamy night passed away.
When the spring time comes, double hardships begun.
The rain is so fresh and so cold! You can almost freeze, from the water on your clothes and the cattle you can scarcely hold.
Where the wolves and owls with the terrifyin' howls, will disturb our midnight dreams.
As we lie on a syca'(more) on a cold rainy night, way out on the Pecos trail.
You can talk about your farms and your cattleman's charms.
Talk about your silver and your gold! It's not for the wrong. You better stay at home, with your sweet and your loving little wife.
You can talk about your farms and your cattleman's charms.
Talk about your silver and your gold! But the cowboy's life, is a very dreary life, it's a ridin' in the heat and the cold.