Stan Jones - Cowpoke lyrics

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 Well I ain't got a dime In these ol' wore out jeans So I'll stop eating steak And go back to beans I'll pick up a ten spot In Prescott I know I'll ride in the broncs In the big rodeo Been down in the prairie My pony and I Hear the wail of the coyote Hear his cry Well next summer it's north If there ain't a big drought And as soon as it frosts Well I'll be headed back south I don't have no worries I ain't got the time I'm too busy living This free life of mine Some evening in springtime A filly I'll find And I might spend all summer With her on my mind But I'll never be branded And never be broke I'm a carefree, range riding Drifting cowpoke