there is a young cowboy who lives on the range
his horse and his cattle are his only companions
he works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
just waiting for summer, his pastures to change
and as the moon rises he sits by his fire
just thinkin' about women and glasses of beer
and closing his eyes as the dogies retire
he sings out a song that is soft but its clear
just as if maybe someone could hear......