I am a wanderin' cowboy, from ranch to ranch I roam
At every ranch we're welcome I make myself at home
Two years I worked for the double L, one for the Old Bar-o
I've drifted west from Texas to the plains of Mexico
There I met up with a rancher who was looking for a hand
Springtime greened the valleys I was burnin' the long inch brand
I worked on through the summer then early in the fall
Over the distant ranges came that old familiar call
Drifted out to Arizona to ride for uncle Bob
A-talin' up the weak ones on a winter fee's job
But the ranch camp grew too lonely with never a rest or change
So I saddled up one morning and I lipped for a distant range
One night in old Wyoming when the stars hung bright and low
I lay in my tarp a-dreamin' of a far off home run show
Where the cotton leaves are whistling in the evening soft and low
'Tis there my hearts returning and homeward I must go