Lyrics:

Well Lord I love this ranchin' with it's ropin' and brandin'

But I don't like that farmin' at all

It's goodby for the summer this haying's sure a bummer

And I'll be back to help you gather in the fall

Well I don't mind riding fences but them tractors are wrenches

I ain't never liked and I guess I never will

Just give me my horse and saddle or some woolies or some cattle

And turn me loose and let me ride out through the hills

Cause I'm just a cowboy a dirt and sweat cowboy

Livin' on beef steak and beans

I ain't to hard to please but Mister you better believe

I ain't never had no use for farm machines



Well there ain't much romancing in old fashioned branding

But Lorrie it suits me just fine

Oh the dust and the smoke's enough to make a feller choke

But have you ever had to ride one of them old combines

Now my grandpa was a farmer a Michigan black land farmer

And he worked with them machines the whole day through

But I bet if he did some roaming through the hills of old Wyoming

He'd probably feel about the same way that I do



I reckon it's just bad fate I was born a hundred years too kate

And they say boy if you want to survive you'd better change

But as long as sagebrush grows and that old Powder River flows

I'll be a cowboy till my dyin' day

I'm just a cowboy...

Well I think I just heard a discouraging word

About them rattleing banging smoking farm machines