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carl smith - there's nobody home on the range anymore lyrics

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the old man used to dream of the fortunes he’d seek
now 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

well he dreams of the old days when bronc bustin’ paid
and the wide open sp+ces where buffalo played
deep in his memory wild horses ride on
but he knows the good times have all come and gone

therе’s n0body home on the range anymorе
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 n0body home on the range anymore

now the eagle stopped flying, the night wind is still
the last coyotes howling on some lonely hill
the old man is longing to lay it all down
in his final box canyon on 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 wanders what for
’cause there’s n0body home on the range anymore

there’s n0body home on the range anymore
they closed down the bunk+house and padlocked the door
and there’s oil wells and motels and folks by the score
but there’s n0body home on the range anymore
there’s n0body home on the range anymore

- carl smith lyrics

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