Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!

All alone . . . all alone!



When the hoot owl toots his tooloo

to the whale of the nip wick hen,

and the chink funk chirps in the chilly night,

it's mighty lonesome then . . .



And it's mighty lonesome when the wind,

howls thru the jack-pine boughs

but you don't kno' what lonesome is,

'till you get to herdin' cows . . .



Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!

All alone . . . all alone!



Oh, the ordinary fella,

gets off on a Saturday night

an' he gets a chance to see his pals

with change no more than right

but when the saddle is your life

there's no time to carouse

and you don't kno' what lonesome is,

'till you get to herdin' cows . . .



Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!

By myself . . . by myself!

Now, the keeper of the lighthouse

an' the sailor man at sea

an' the lookout on the mountain top

ain't got a thing on me

'cause I got all the lonesomeness

that the common law allows

Man, you don't kno' what lonesome is,

'till you get to herdin' cows . . .



Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!

Cowboy blues . . . cowboy blues!



Now, you may often wonder

why a cowpoke sings so sad

he's a thinkin' of the many things

in life he's never had

no pal, no gal for company

jus' the kettle as they prowl

man, you don't kno' what lonesome is,

'till you get to herdin' cows . . .



Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!

All alone . . . by myself!

Cowboy blues . . . doggone cow!

Doggone COW!

Doggone you, you licked me again!



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