Buckaroo Man

Sleep in a bed role of canvas
 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'
 Wash up at the galvanized tank
 Nearst 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 whoppy 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
 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
 But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo
 I whoppy 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 ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo
 I whoppy 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
 I said come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo
 I whoppy 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