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