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