I’m a lonesome cowboy with a haunting tail to tell
Haven’t washed myself in weeks so yes babyI smell
Looking for some trouble I wander around
Searching ‘till my dreams to be found
Tomorrow come what may, don’t think I’m gonna stay

I gotta go, I got a train to catch
Find a ranch, drive me some cattle
Drinking some whiskey, throw it down the hatch
Play some poker start a battle
Maybe stick around or maybe not
Ice cold fever or burning hot
I got a train to catch, I gotta go
Can’t you feel it and hear the whistle blow

Riding into town I see the sheriff looking mean
As if he wants to say, hey sun, my town stays clean
They don’t want me here, so I better tilt my hat
And just say goodbye to all, thinking well that’s that
Tomorrow come what may, don’t think I’m gonna stay