When I used to ride under the sun
Yellin’ my cattle call, Owh !
Most of the time, I’ve missed my blue foggy mountain.
When I used to sleep beside my gun
Dreamin’ of the snow, Owh !
I’d never thought my return home could involve such pain.
Till the day of my distress,
You took me by the hand and told me :
“Let us drown ourselves in a night of love, my friend !”
It’s a life to spend alone without women.
Now I’m back home like a prison
Waitin’ at the window, Owh !
You on the trail, will never see my pain.