He's a cowboy, he was raised in Ohio
He got married and moved further west.
Showed up on time for a few awful years
And one night he got drunk and he left.Drove a truck for a while up in Fargo
But he never got used to the smoke.
He once tried to settle and get some ahead
But he's still just as wild, just as broke.The range has been settled for years now.
The old wranglers passed on with their kind.
But every now and again you run into these men
These cowboys born out of their time.For some change he'll remember your birthplace.
Cause there's hardly a town he ain't been.
And you can get up and leave any time that you please
For that's one thing that he understands.He lives out his days now in Denver.
His best friend is a bottle of wine.
And you don't need to ask anything of his past.
It's asleep in the back of his mind.And as the sun rises over the Rockies
It's so strange that he don't even care.
When it burns out and sets down in Kansas
He takes the fences round Larimer Square.