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