Well Lord, I love this ranchin' with it's ropin' and brandin'But I don't like that farmin' at allIt's goodbye for the summer, this haying's sure a bummerAnd I'll be back to help you gather in the fallWell, I don't mind riding fences but them tractors are wrenchesI ain't never liked and I guess I never willJust give me my horse and saddle or some woolies or some cattleAnd turn me loose and let me ride out through the hillsCause I'm just a cowboy, a dirt and sweat cowboyLivin' on beef steak and beansI ain't to hard to please but Mister you better believeI ain't never had no use for farm machinesWell, there ain't much romancing in old fashioned brandingBut Lorrie, it suits me just fineOh, the dust and the smoke's enough to make a feller chokeBut have you ever had to ride one of them old combinesNow my grandpa was a farmer, a Michigan black land farmerAnd he worked with them machines the whole day throughBut I bet if he did some roaming through the hills of old WyomingHe'd probably feel about the same way that I doI reckon it's just bad fate, I was born a hundred years too, KateAnd they say boy if you want to survive you'd better changeBut as long as sagebrush grows and that old Powder River flowsI'll be a cowboy till my dyin' dayI'm just a cowboyWell, I think I just heard a discouraging wordAbout them rattling, banging, smoking farm machines