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Chris LeDoux

There's Nobody Home On The Range Anymore

 

There's Nobody Home On The Range Anymore

(album: Songbook Of The American West - 1976)


The old man used to dream of the fortune he'd seek
Now he lives in the room where you pay by the week
His hands're all bothered and his pony's gone lame
And his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain
He dreams of the old days with bronco busting tails
And the wide open spaces where buffalo plays
Deep in his mem'ry wild horses ride on
But he knows the good times have all come and gone
There's nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door
Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score
But there's nobody home on the range anymore

Now the eagle stop flying the night wind is still
And the last cayou's calling on some lonely hill
The old man is longing to lay all down in his final box canyon the poor side of town
Cause he knows his last melting is two flights two stairs
And his saddle's turned into an old rocking chair
He wakes up in morning and wonders what for
Cause there's nobody home on the range anymore
There's nobody home...

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