The Working Cowhand's Manual Lyrics

I've climbed every mountain in the land

I've seen my soul get absorbed in the sand

That ain't no joke, it's a rope

One thousand pounds of gold, it's all yours

Man without a home

Man without hope

Out where the news would never get to you

Throw your map in the fire, it's no use

They're gonna come after you, but you knew

Time enough just left for a drink

Man without a home

Man without hope

The bottom of a canyon is your grave

The only tomb you'll get is a cave

Only the weeping willows will mourn

You'll be just like me, in the wind

Man without a home

Man without hope

Without, without, without, without

Without, without, without, without