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