Long ago there was a man who rode throughout the west
Collecting songs and poetry and verses of the range
He wrote "Little Joe the Wrangler" and the "Pecos River Queen"
A ballad huntin' cowboy and Jack Thorp was his name
Jack was a big man, a friendly sort of guy
He had a way with horses, played a banjo-mandolin
A sure-nuff cowpuncher from his boots to his wide-brimmed hat
A singin' buckaroo and a pardner of the wind
One night while trailin' horses he rode up to a camp
On the night air a cowboy song came driftin' soft and low
A song he never head before 'bout a steel dust cuttin' horse
The fastest one in Texas by the name of "Dodgin' Joe"
Well the banjo-playin' cowboy knew two verses of the song
He sang 'em once again while Jack wrote down the words
How many songs were written yet never written down?
Jack knew there must be plenty more out there he hadn't heard
Next mornin' he had breakfast he wrote a letter to his boss
"I've made up my mind to keep driftin' on my own
I've quit huntin' horses, started huntin' cowboy songs
When you see my dust arrivin' I'll be comin' home"
A cowboy song is just like gold, it's anywhere it's found
From a cow camp down in Texas to a saloon in Idaho
So with ol' Gray Dog, his saddle horse and his pack horse Ample too
They traveled down those ballad trails in search of "Dodgin' Joe"
Now Jack became the first to collect the cowboy songs
Songs about the hard life and the free life on the range
Because of him a living part of cowboy life was saved
And now I feel the time has come for me to do the same
Those songs are harder now to find then they were long ago
And I know I'll ride in vain to find the men who made the songs
Although they've crossed the big divide and the free life may be gone
Their ballads still survived for you and me to pass along
'Cause a cowboy song is still like gold, it's anywhere it's found
From a cow camp down in Texas to a saloon in Idaho
With my trusty pet horse Red and my pack horse Peco too
We'll travel down those ballad trails like Jack did long ago