Nope. I think it's a song Skip Gorman recorded on a Folk-Legacy album (now a cassette - C-76) Powder River, with Ron Kane. It's called "Cowboy's Soliloquy" and Skip learned it from a 78rpm recording of America's first singing cowboy, Carl Sprague, from Alvin, Texas (recorded circa 1924). Here's the text:

COWBOY'S SOLILOQUY

All day long on the prairie I ride;
Not even a dog to trot by my side.
My fires I do kindle with chips gathered 'round;
My coffee I boil without being ground.

I wash in a pool and I dry on a sack;
I carry my wardrobe all on my back.
For want of an oven, cook bread in a pot,
And I sleep on the ground for want of a cot.

My ceiling's the sky, my floor is the grass,
My music's the lowing of the herds as they pass.
My books are the streams, my sermons the stars,
My parson's a wolf on a pulpit of bones.

And if my cooking is not so complete,
You can't blame me for wanting to eat.
And show me the man who sleeps more profound
Than the big puncher boy who sleeps on the ground.

Between me and love lies a gap very wide.
Some lucky feller may call her his bride.
My friends gently hint, I am coming today,
But a man must make money and a woman obey.

My books teach me consistence to prize;
My sermons, small things I should not despise.
My parson remarks from his pulpit above (of bones?)
That fortune favors all who look out for their own.

There are other versions, Skip tells us, with more verses, but I don't have time to look them up right now. This is what he recorded for us with a nice melancholy tune.

Sandy ^^