Way up high in the Sierra peaks. Where the yellow jack pines grow tall. Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs. Had a roundup camp last fall. . Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' irons.
I'm just a workin' cowboy this ranch I'm on ain't mine. But I got a bed in the bunk houseand a place come supper time. I don't get much for wages but it's good enough for me.
Them bareback horses are the only thing. They make your back hurt they make your bell ring. They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore. But when it's all over you're craving some more.
It was dark and I was driving down a lonely Texas road. The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes. I was thinking 'bout the wild times and the women that I'd had.
I was waltzin' with my darlin' at the cattleman's ball. Lost in the music and her charms. I was glidin' around the dance floor. She felt so good in my arms.
Well, my car broke down it's in the ditch. Wish I was the son of someone rich. I'd throw hundred dollar bills out on the road. And I'd catch me a ride to the rodeo.
The nights get mighty lonesome out here on the road. Pickin' this old guitar a thousand miles from home. The songs tonight I'm singin', Lord, they nearly make me cry.