Dirt And Sweat Cowboy

Well, Lord, I love this ranchin' with it's ropin' and brandin'
But I don't like that farmin' at all
It's goodbye 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
So just give me my horse and saddle or some woollies or some cattle
Turn me loose to ride out through the hills

'Cause I'm just a cowboy, a dirt and sweat cowboy
Livin' on beef steak and beans
Well, I ain't too 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 Lordy, 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'll bet if he'd done some roaming through these 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 late
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 'til my dyin' day

Well, I'm just a cowboy, a dirt and sweat cowboy
Livin' on beef steak and beans
I ain't too hard to please, but, mister, you better believe
I ain't never had no use for farm machines

Well, I think I just heard a discouraging word
'Bout them rattling, banging, smoking farm machines