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

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

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 never be broke

I'm a carefree, range ridin', driftin' cowpoke