(Stan Jones) (Moan) 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 'Cause I drift with the wind No one cares where I go. (Moan) I ain't got a dime In these old worn out jeans So I'll stop eatin' steak And go 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. (Moan) Some evening in springtime A felly I'll find And we might spend all the summer With her on my mind. But I'll never be branded And never be broke I'm a carefree range ridin' Driftin' cowpoke... (Moan)