|Of all the lonesome cowboys in the West,
I figure I've gotta be the lonesomest.
I want to ride the range where there's lots of elbow room,
feel the wind blow free and smell the sagebrush bloom,
gotta be on my ownsome, singing my lonesome cowboy blues.
Yes I'm the lonesomest cowboy that I know,
but when it comes to courtin' and such I move real slow.
Met a purdy gal itchin' to get hitched the other day,
my horse got so upset we rode the other way.
I've gotta be on my ownsome, singing my lonesome cowboy blues.
Some folks think it's Heaven in a hotel
with their puffed up pillows and their quilts piled high.
Well I don't hanker for no hotel:
Just wanna kick my boots off
by the campfire's glow,
while the lonely coyotes cry.
Well my bed is my horse and saddle
and my blanket is the sky.
Of all the lonesome cowboys in the west,
as far as I can see I'm still the lonesomest.
Beneath the prairie stars I'm gonna drift and dream tonight.
I never find what I'm looking for, but then I might,
so let me be on my ownsome, singing my lonesome cowboy blues.
Just living the life I choose,
singing my lonesome cowboy blues.