Sleep in a bedroll of canvas
No-see-ems feed on your ears
Wind blows the dust just like buckshot
And I ain?t never seen it rain much out here
Smell your own sweat in the evenin?
Wash up at the galvanized tank
Nearest town?s forty miles
The cook here he don?t smile
And all these young horses are rank
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my Caballo
I whoopie tie one on when I can
My spurs, they don?t ring much, I never did sing much
But I?m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
verse 2
Cold fingers stiff in the mornin?
By noon it?s a hundred and three
Five year old slicks in the canyon
And never a hint of a breeze
Jug-headed hollow-backed ponies
Provide all with hours of grief
There?s snakes in the shade, and Choya on the grade
And half a ton of grit between my teeth
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my caballo
I whoopie tie one on when I can
My spurs, they don?t ring much, I never did sing much
But I?m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my caballo
I whoopie tie one on when I can
My spurs, they don?t ring much, I never did sing much
But I?m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
A Buckaroo Man