I'm kin to the rovin' wind that brings the norther in

Along that dusty trail I'll take my stand

The steers are big and bold and the nights are often cold

But I'll get by so long as I can



Throw that rope and brand that calf dream of a girl in a photograph

I got no home I got no wife but I'll be a doggone cowboy all of my life



I'm up at the crack of dawn and I throw the bacon on

Seems somehow my work is never through

When I get done at night all the stars are big and bright

But then that's sorta what you're used to when you



Throw that rope and brand that calf dream of a girl in a photograph

I got no home I got no wife but I'll be a doggone cowboy all of my life



The hot dry wind may blow and you'll see me in the rain and snow

With just an old campfire to keep me warm

I'll move the herd along and I'll greet them with a song

So I guess that I was born



Throw that rope and brand that calf dream of a girl in a photograph

I got no home I got no wife but I'll be a doggone cowboy all of my life