I was lookin’ for a job, and they told me in town,
To head out to the J-Bar None.
The foreman said he only hired experience hands,
Asked "Are you a cowboy, son?"

Said now, I can rope and brand a cow
And I can rope and doctor sheep.
I can earmark a cow or a hog
And I can work without any sleep.

I can build fence, dig post hole,
Fix a windmill pump,
Cut firewood, break new ground,
Dynamite a stump.

I can cook over a campfire, make good coffee,
Tell stories that will make people laugh.
Repair a saddle, put up hay,
Shoe a horse or pull a calf.

I can feed the chickens, gather eggs,
Mend a hole in a pair of socks,
Bake biscuits, milk a cow,
Churn up the butter in a crock.

I’ve rode rank horses, broke a few green ‘uns,
I can harness and work a mule,
Been kicked by horses, bit by a few,
It’s made me more careful, as a rule.

I’m lookin’ to hire on as a cowhand,
Got my own horse and gear.
Now, I may not be a cowboy,
But I can take one’s place ‘till he get’s here.