Lyrics

Born and raised a city boy
I only knew my family?s joy
Till the day that I set out alone
With a dollar hidden in my pants
My thumb was only worth a glance
But soon my thumb would take me away I know

CHORUS (1)

And I may be short a buck or two
But I?m the same old buckaroo
And shooting straight don?t make a good man great
North or South it?s all the same
When you?re searching out your name
And I can wait as long as it takes

VERSE 2

Barrooms I?ve seen plenty of
Where women offered me their love
And sometimes I just couldn?t turn ?em down
She?d say, ?Man I know this perfect spot,
Hey it?s only half a block
Forgive, but I need the money now?

CHORUS (2)

Well I may be short a buck or two
But I?m the same old buckaroo
And Honey you aint gonna read me off your rates
Now you may be pretty as a picture, Sis
But you better sit and listen to this
I can wait as long as it takes

VERSE (3)

Now the sun is setting in the West
And I?m still wondering what is best
I guess I?ll have to wait it out some more
But if someone should ask you where I am
Tell ?em I?m a movin? man
And someday I will find that open door

CHORUS (3)

And I may be short a buck or two
But I?m the same old buckaroo
From Denver up to Minnesota?s lakes
And I don?t care if it rains or shines
Cause I?ll be singing these lonesome rhymes
And I can wait as long as it takes