I ride the dusty trails, through rain and sleet and hail. I spread my bedroll on the ground underneath the stars. Off in the distance, the coyotes are howling, and it's Such a lonesome sound. Yes, it's such a lonesome sound. I'm a cowboy, with a pistol at my side. I'm a cowboy, with a pony I can ride. I'm a cowboy, with a lasso and a hat. I'm a cowboy, yes I'm a cowboy. I cook my meals on a open fire, drink my coffee from an old tin cup. I wax my saddle, and shine my spurs, and get ready for a night in town. The girls are all lined up waiting to do-si-do with this old cowboy. I'm a cowboy, with a pistol at my side. I'm a cowboy, with a pony I can ride. I'm a cowboy, with a lasso and a hat. I'm a cowboy, yes I'm a cowboy.
