(howl) 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

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)