I'm a feeble old cow puncher,
the rolling range is home sweet
Just me and my old pinto,
we've both done had our day,
and a better range is soon our
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',
This country is a -changin',
they're fencin' in the range,
and the folks ain't friendly
But it won't be long a -waitin', old Pinto,
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
When the stormy season's over,
and the clouds have rolled away
At the rainbow's end we'll
We'll live out in the open,
where the breeze is gently playing
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
