Well I'm lonesome but I'm happy
I'm rich but I'm broke
And the good Lord knows the reason
I'm just a cowpoke

From Dallas to Houston
The ranges I know
I drift with the wind
No one cares where I go

And I ain't got no cent
In these old worn out jeans
Gonna stop eating steak
And go back to beans

And I'll pick up the ten-spot
In Houston I know
For riding the bronc'
In the big rodeo

And maybe in the springtime
A finny I'll find
And I might spend all summer
With her on my mind

I'll never be branded
I'll never be broke
I'm a carefree, rangе-riding, a-driftin' cowpoke