i m just a dusty cowhand a dusty thirsty soul i used to keep my money in a pocket with a hole i ve got one ambition like wishing for the moon to drink a glass of pleasure full measure bulging out and brimming over at the clover saloon i was sitting there one evening and feeling i was straight a fellow called me something i particularly hate i threw a bottle at him but the fellow ducked too soon that s how i lost my credit at the clover saloon i m just a dusty cow hand and brother i am broke and brother i m so thirsty i m going up in smoke i ve got one ambition like wishing for the moon to drink a glass of pleasure full measure bulging out and brimming over at the clover saloon threw the bottle at him and missed him like i said i broke the bar room mirror and left it there for dead i shot him through the middle to make him change his tune that s how i lost my credit at the clover saloon i m just dusty cow hand a waiting for the worst they re hanging me tomorrow in the middle of my thirst i ve got one ambition like wishing for the moon to drink a glass of pleasure full measure bulging out and brimming over at the clover saloon