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Oh the poor cowboy, heâs got no home
Heâs here today and tomorrow gone
Heâs got no hope, heâs bound to roam
Where he hangs his hat is home, sweet home
Roll on boys, roll, donât you roll so slow
Roll on boys, roll, donât you roll so slow
Youâll roll like cowâs never rolled before
If I was rich as Diamond Joe
Iâd work today then tomorrow no
For the work is so hard and the pay is low
I donât give a damn if I work or no
Iâll follow the herd âtil they reach the end
Then Iâll draw my time and Iâll turn it in
Just one more tree and one more jail
Then Iâll head straight back to the Texas trail
Well Iâll cross Old Red and the Texas line
Then Iâll head straight back to that gal of mine
Iâll sit in the shade and Iâll sing a song
And Iâll watch the herd as they travel on