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"The Love of a Cowboy's Life"

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Ain't had good luck with women. I suppose it's mostly me:

I ain't school-learned or brimmin' with some wise philosophy...

and money's part the problem, 'cause gals all want purdy things.

At sixty bucks a week, I can't afford no diamond rings.

I've had some gals, but summer's long and keeps me on the range.

When I get back at shippin' time, I find they've made a change.

They hem and haw and stall me as I stand outside the door,

but I can see some salesman's shoes a-sittin' on the floor.

My life is specked with mem'ries of the gals that's come and gone.

There's only one who always has a kiss for me at dawn.

I'm Iyin' in my bedroll as her songs chirp sweet and soft.

Invisible, her gentle hands help hoist the sun aloft.

And, as I ride the fence, she runs her fingers through my hair,

assisted by the eagle wings that fan her perfumed air.

'Might-fickle in her fashion, dyes her hair and gets all dolled:

For autumn, she's a redhead, but, for winter, shaves it bald!

She lies there in the summer, as her skin gets dark and tan--

blushes, then goes pale, leaving ice where rivers ran.

She tickles me with snowflakes; sprouts the flowers with her tears.

When no one else will listen, she's the only one who hears.

Though other gals have spurned me, and I'll never have a bride,

I know that I can count on her to be there by my side.

When life is through, you'll know that she's the one I'm thinkin' of.

Just lay me in the bosom of the woman that I love.