The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek
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Now he lives in a room where you pay by the week
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His hands're all battered and his pony's gone lame
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And his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain.
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Well he dreams of the old days of bronc bustin' tales
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And the wide open spaces where buffalo plays
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Deep in his mem'ry wild horses ride on
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But he knows the good times have all come and gone.
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(Chorus)
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There's nobody home on the range anymore
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They've closed down the bunkhouse and padlocked the door
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Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score
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But there's nobody home on the range anymore.
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Now the eagles stopped flyin' the night wind is still
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And the last coyote's howlin' on some lonely hill
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The old man is longin' to lay all down
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In his final box canyon the poor side of town
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'Cos he knows his last mountain is two fligts of stairs
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And his saddle's turned into an old rockin' chair
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Mornings he wakes up and wonders what for
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'Cos there's nobody home on the range anymore
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No. there's nobody home on the range anymore...
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There's Nobody Home On The Range Anymore
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| Moe Bandy |
