Текст песни Cowpoke

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 The ranges I know Cause I drift with the wind No one cares where I go Well I ain't got a dime In these ol' wore out jeans So I'll stop eating steak And go back to beans I'll pick up a ten spot In Prescott I know Ridin' the broncs In the big rodeo Some evening in springtime A filly I'll find And I might spend all summer With her on my mind But I'll never be branded And never be broke I'm a carefree, range riding Drifting cowpoke