I was a cowboy out on the prairie

Me and my six-gun kept law in the alley

I remember my first horse well, he was lean but a fast one

We travelled miles together, until he got stolen

I travelled far from home, even jumped freight trains

Threw stones in the ocean, slept out in the cold rain

It was down in some southern town, and the music was playing

And the people were talking so loud, they heard no words I was saying

I dreamed of a mountain, with one lonesome rider

He was ragged and tattered, and he carried a sabre

And all through the canyon you could hear his bones rattle

He was dead on a dying horse and he was tied to the saddle

I was a cowboy, out on the prairie

My life is easier, back home in the alley