Cowpoke

And the good Lord knows the reason I’m just a cowpoke
From Cheyenne to Douglas all the ranges I know
I drift with the wind no one cares where I go Well I ain’t got a dime in these old worn out jeans
So I’ll quit eatin’steak and 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 (howl)
Been down in the prairie my pony and I Hear the wail of the coyote hear his cry (howl)