Well, I used to be a cowboy in the time of days gone by nAnd to be the voice of justice in the age of the outlaws' cry. nAnd I used to go and ride the range and chase the cattle down, nThen I went to sleep alone on my bed-roll on the ground.nnSingin' I will be a cowboy again. nI will ride the dusty road again- ntill the end. nnI used to herd the buffalo and search for water holes nAnd stand out over the cattle at night and fight off any wolves. nSometimes I ride the travelin'[?] train and stand inside a church nAnd ask God to forgive and bless this cowboy and his work.nnSingin' I will be a cowboy again. nI will ride the dusty road again- nTill the end. nnI remember roaming calves and brandin' them with iron nAnd coping with the wind and driving rain and prairie fire. nI remember days before when my work to came to an end, nAnd someday when the world is changed I'll ride the range again.nAnd someday when the world has changed I'm gonna ride the range again! nnI will be a cowboy again. nI will ride the dusty road again.nI will be a cowboy again. nI will ride the dusty road again- nTill the end, till the end, till the end!