Skeeters on the high ground,
skeeters in the flat.
Cows gettin skinny,
skeeters gettin fat!

Alfalfa gettin heavy,
time to cut again.
But the hosses won't pull steady,
when there's skeeters in the wind!

Horn flies work the roundup,
as young bull turns to steer.
Drive a Waddie crazy,
flying ear to ear.

Eatin your share of horn flies,
layin on the brand.
Makes a fellow wonder,
don't them suckers ever land?

Red ants in my sooguns.
red ants in my boots.
Red Ants, Flies, and Skeeters,
must be in cahoots!

Enough to duff you down a tad,
and leave a Cowboy greavin!
Whilst the Deer Flies and the Horse Flies,
is takin up the leavins!

Sun up high in a cloudless sky,
day so hot a man could die!
Fence half done, dog done quit,
think I'll stick it out a bit!

Someday I think I'll leave the range,
to the skeeters, the flies and the sun.
But, Lord Ah Mighty, I can't quit now!
I'm having too much fun!