The old man used to dream of the fortune he'd seek
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Now he lives in the room where you pay by the week
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His hands're all bothered 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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He dreams of the old days with bronco bustin' tails
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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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There's nobody home on the range anymore
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They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked 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 eagle stop flyin' the night wind is still
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And the last cayou's callin' on some lonely hill
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The old man is longin' to lay all down in his final box canyon the poor side of town
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Cause he knows his last meltin' is two flights two stairs
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And his saddle's turned into an old rocking chair
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He wakes up in morning and wonders what for
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Cause there's nobody home on the range anymore
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There's nobody home...
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There's Nobody Home On The Range Anymore
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Chris LeDoux |