THERE'S NOBODY HOME ON THE RANGE ANYMORE

Chris LeDoux - 1976
Rex Allen Jr. - 1982
Rex Allen & Don Edwards - 1994


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, his pony's gone lame,
and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain.

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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 nightwind is still,
and the last cow' s howling on some lonely hill.
The old man is longing to take it all down
in his final box outside of town.

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Because he knows his last mountai is two flights of stairs,
and his saddle turned into an old rocking chair.
Mornings he wakews up and wander what for,
'cause there' s nobody home on the range anymore.

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