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