I want a 10-gallon Stetson And a horse that bears my brand A thousand head of cattle On a great big piece of land I want a ranch in Arizona Where they never sleep inside I want a gaze at the moon and stars above I want to learn to rope and ride I want two pearl handled six guns The kind that really shoot A saddle trimmed with silver And a pair of yellow boots I'll have my name carved on my belt I'll line my saddle seat with felt I'm gonna be a cowboy, yes sirree