Ranch Hand

I live on the range where coyote hoots,
I have a hammer, a horse and a pair of boots,
I don't feed the hammer, don’t polish the horse,
and I don't wear my boots indoors.

At the end of day the sun goes down,
Cave Sadie comes hanging around
with a pot of beans and a bucket of beer,
I don’t care if you leave me here.

At dark the River-of-Stars runs high,
hammers through the lonesome sky.