A cowboy is a lonesome man There's none more lonesome in the land He rides atop his only friend His horse, a companion on whom he can depend His woman may be miles behind him Sadness and desperation may find him But a cowboy who's wise will turn to the earth To lend him solace and even mirth The earth from which all beauty springs Such bounty forth she always brings He'll dig a hole with cracked, scorched hands Pour in all the water that hole demands Until that earth is moist, just right The earth'll never put up any kind of a fight His cries of joy no one will hear In case I am not being clear I'm saying that cowboy is going to fuck a hole in the ground We all do it, that's what I have found Any cowboy that knows that lonesome hell Can fashion a land virginny well If a cowboy's seed worked like other seeds There'd be cowboys growing across the plains like weeds Dalton Wilcox - self proclaimed "Poet Laureate of the West" (Andy Daly)