There's Nobody Home On the Range Anymore

(Ed Penney - Rob Parsons)



The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek

Now he lives in a room where you pay by the week

His hands're all battered and 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 play

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've closed down the bunkhouse and padlocked the door

Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score

But there's nobody home on the range anymore.



--- Instrumental ---



Now the eagle stop flyin' the night wind is still

And the last coyote's howlin' on some lonely hill

The old man is longin' to lay all down

In his final box canyon 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 wonders what for

Cause there's nobody home on the range anymore.



There's nobody home on the range anymore

They've closed down the bunkhouse and padlocked the door

Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score

But there's nobody home on the range anymore...