There's Nobody Home On The Range Anymore

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 are all battered and his pony's gone lame



His bones always ache when the sky looks like rain



He dreams of the old days when bronc bustin' paid



The wide open spaces the buffalo glaized



Deep in his memory wild horses run on



But he knows the good times have all come and gone



There's nobody home on the range anymore



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



And the last coyotes howling on some lonely hill



The old man is longing to lay it all down



In his final box the far side of town



Because he knows his last mountain is two flights of stairs



And his saddle turned into an old rocking chair



He wakes up in mornin' 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



Now there' s oil wells and motels and folks by the score



But there's nobody home on the range anymore