There’s Nobody Home On The Range Anymore
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The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek Now lives in a room where you pay by the week His hands are all battered, his pony's gone lame And his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain Well he dreams of the old days when bronc bustin' paid And the wide open spaces where buffalo played Deep in his memory wild horses ride on But he knows the good times have all come and gone Therе's nobody home on the range anymorе They closed down the bunk-house and padlocked the door Now there's oil wells and motels and folks by the score But there's nobody home on the range anymore Now the eagle stopped flying, the night wind is still The last coyotes howling on some lonely hill The old man is longing to lay it all down In his final box canyon on the poor side of town 'Cause he knows his last mountain is two flights of stairs And his saddle's turned into an old rocking chair Mornings he wakes up and wanders what for 'Cause there's nobody home on the range anymore There's nobody home on the range anymore They closed down the bunk-house and padlocked the door And there's oil wells and motels and folks by the score But there's nobody home on the range anymore There's nobody home on the range anymore
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Credits
- Writers
- Ed Penney
- Rob Parsons