I'm just a wanderer of the wasteland
Ridin' along I think of days gone by
And when I feel kinda lonesome
I sing my cowboy lullaby
When I was young, I went to run:
A rootin' tootin son of a gun
Back in Wyoming.
I loved a gal but she loved my pal
So I packed my bag, saddled my nag
I went to roamin'
Now we are just a lonely trio
Ridin' along and thinkin' of days gone by
Three old wanderers of the wasteland:
My old pack mule, my broken down hoss
and me.

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