Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas His face was burnt deep by the sun Part history, part sage, part mesquite He was there when Poncho Villa was young And he'd ...

In the lobby of a big hotel in New York Town, one day Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns, to pass the time away They told of places where they'd been and diff...

Up before the sunrise It's a rocky road back home The dust won't be near settled As where we just come from I'll keep my promise to you Just like I said I woul...

Every night in my dreams somehow it seems That I'm back where I belong I'm just a cow hen from Rio Grande Back where I was born Now the city lights and the cit...