The Cowboy

[Verse 1]
All day long on the prairies I ride
Not even a dog to trot by my side
The fire I kindle with cowchips around
The coffee I boil without being ground

[Verse 2]
I wash in a pool and I wipe on a sack
I carry my wardrobe all on my back
For want of an oven, I cook bread in a pot
And I sleep on the ground, for want of a cot

[Verse 3]
My ceiling's the sky, my floor is the grass
My music's the lowering of my shiny white ass
My books are guns, my sermon's the stones
My parson's a wolf on his pulpit of bones

[Verse 4]
And sometimes I rob a bank on main street
You can't blame me for wanting to eat
But show me a man who sleeps more profound
Than Big Old Uncle laying out on the ground

[Verse 5]
And the newspapers call for our gang's demise
Says we'rе no good thieves, that you should despisе
My parson remarks from his pulpit of bones
Fortune favors those who look out for their own