I wear my john b stetson when I'm out ranchin’
It’s a good ol' cowboys hat
I do the cold copper call when evenin’ falls
See if the coyotes I‘ll call right back
Twistyhorn tessebella ‘bout to birth a lil fella
She’s out behind the big oak tree
It’s all a part of this way of life
Out here on the ol’ 4c
You and me, pretty momma, we'll hop in the ‘chilada
And drive up to lover's lookout
Take off my hat and we’ll lay down flat
While the stars over Texas will look down
Now the day has expired so throw a log on the fire
As the cowhands used to do
Some things never change like this life on the range
And the way I feel about you
