The bawl of a steer to a cowboy's ear Is music of sweetest strain; And the yelping notes O the gray coyotes to him are a glad refrain. And his jolly songs Speed him along As he thinks of the little gal With golden hair who is waiting there At the bars of the home corral. For a kingly crown in he noisy town His saddle he wouldn't change; No life so free As the life we see Way out on the Yaso range. His eyes are bright And his heart as light As the smoke of his cigarette; there's never a care for his soul to bear No trouble to make him fret. The rapid beat Of his bronco's feet On the sod as he speeds along; Keeps living time to the ringing rhyme of his rollicking cowboy song. Hike it cowboys For the range away On the back of a bronco of steel; With a careless flirt Of a rawhide quirt And a dig of a roweled heel. The winds may blow And the thunder growl Or the breezes may safely A cowboy's life (moan: Is a royal life His saddle his kingly throne. Saddle up, boys For the work is play when love's in the cowboy's when his heart is light 9eyes As the clouds of white that swim in the summer skies.