Sleep in a bed role of canvas As no-see-ums 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' I wash up at the galvanized tank Nearest town forty miles, the cook here he don't smile And all these young horses are rank But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo I hope to tie one on when I can My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much But I'm a sure enough, a Buckaroo Man 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-back ponies Provide all with hours of grief There's snakes in the shade, choya on the grade And a half a ton of grit between my teeth Chorus (3x)