Letra de 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 in Prescott I know
Well, I'm 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 brandеd and never be brokе
I'm a carefree, range ridin', driftin' cowpoke
I'm lonesome, but happy, rich, but I'm broke
And the good Lord knows the reason I'm just a cowpoke