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.
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.