I'm a feeble old cow puncher,
my hair is turning gray,
the rolling range is home sweet
home to me.
Just me and my old pinto,
we've both done had our day,
and a better range is soon our
home to be.
There's a better range a -callin',
it's a -callin' you and me
And they say we'll like it up there,
and with trouble we'll be free
So, Pinto, keep a -lopin',
be good as you can be
For a better range
is home for you and me
This country is a -changin',
they're fencin' in the range,
and the folks ain't friendly
like they used to be.
But it won't be long a -waitin', old Pinto,
till we change,
for a better range
is home for you and me.
There's a better range a -callin',
it's a -callin' you and me
And they say we'll like it up there,
and from trouble we'll be free
So Pinto keep a -lopin',
be good as you can be
For a better range
is home for you and me
When the stormy season's over,
and the clouds have rolled away
At the rainbow's end we'll
camp and happy be
We'll live out in the open,
where the breeze is gently playing
For a better range
is home for you and me
There's a better range a -callin',
it's a -callin' you and me
And this day we'll light it up
and trouble we'll be free
So Pinto keep a -lopin',
be good as you can be
For a better range
is home for you and me