He's a free rambling cowboy
Nothing to slow him down
His saddle bags are his suitcase
And the whole damned country's his town
Cameras start clicking
When he rides into town
With a smile on his face
Like some rodeo clown
He's a famous antique
From a day thats gone by
When he opens his mouth
There's a voice like a cry
He's a free rambling cowboy
Nothing to slow him down
His saddle bags are his suitcase
And the whole damned country's his town
Face like the desert
All cracked up and dried
With a head full of memories
And a sparkle in his eye
Thinks of the women
He's loved and he's loathed
And money that disappeared
Under his nose
He's a free rambling cowboy
Nothing to slow him down
His saddle bags are his suitcase
And the whole damned country's his town
Some how his singing
Became a lement
Somewhere the money
He made is all spent
Somewhere the womenhe loved
Have all gone
He still makes moeny
Loves women and song
He's a free rambling cowboy
Nothing to slow him down
His saddle bags are his suitcase
And the whole damned country's his town
Yeah the whole damned country's his town
Yeah the whole damned country's his town