paroles de chanson Cowpoke - Slim Whitman

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

No, I ain't got a dime in these old worn out jeans
So I'll stop eatin' steak, I'll go back to beans
I'll pick up a ten spot in Prescott, I know
While 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 branded, never be broke
I'm a carefree range ridin' driftin' cowpoke