A Nevada Cowpuncher to His Beloved + 

Lonesome? Well, I guess so! + 

This place is mighty blue; + 

The silence of the empty rooms + 

Jes’ palpitates with⁠—you. + 

The day has lost its beauty, + 

The sun’s a-shinin’ pale; + 

I’ll round up my belongin’s + 

An’ I guess I’ll hit the trail. + 

Out there in the sagebrush + 

A-harkin’ to the “Coo‑oo” + 

Of the wild dove in his matin’ + 

I can think alone of you. + 

Perhaps a gaunt coyote + 

Will go a-lopin’ by + 

An’ linger on the mountain ridge + 

An’ cock his wary eye. + 

An’ when the evenin’ settles, + 

A-waitin’ for the dawn + 

Perhaps I’ll hear the ground owl: + 

“She’s gone⁠—she’s gone⁠—she’s gone!” + 