On the ranch there's a lonely old bunkhouse Since all the old timers are gone To a ranch with a much better bunkhouse That you hear about only in song
Where each bunk has a soft feather pillow There are soft downy rugs on the floor In the yard there's a green weeping willow And a welcome sign tacked on the door
Each night in my dreams down the trail I can see Travis and Bob, and they're waiting for me On the ranch there's a lonely old bunkhouse Since all the old timers are gone Since all the old timers are gone...