On the ranch there's a lonely old bunkhouse

Since all the old timers have gone

To a ranch with a much better bunkhouse

That you hear about only in song



Where each bunk has a soft feather pillow

There are soft downy rugs on the floor

In the yard there are green weeping willows

And a welcome sign tacked on the door



Each night in my dreams down the trail I can see

Travis and Bob, and they're waiting for me



On the ranch there's a lonely old bunkhouse

Since all the old timers have gone