On the ranch there's a lonely old bunkhouse   Since all the old timers have 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 are green weeping willows   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 have gone