My mind is racing my mind is torn
I lie here waiting for the morning sunlight to be my alarm
The firmness of the ground is a cowboy's bed
I pour another cup of coffee my eyes are still red

It's been a few days since I left that town
Wondering if I will ever settle down
But I must be like the roving wind
My destiny might be around another bend

Riden' and ropen'
Driving cattle to and fro
Drifting and dreaming
As the days keep trying to make me old

Get along little doggie going down the chisholm trail
A cowboy is always lonely he never gets any mail
There's a mighty lot of cattle to drive to and fro
Drifting and dreaming as the days keep trying to make me old