Moe Bandy
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(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...


Mirror lyrics:

But there's nobody home on the range anymore...
Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score
They've closed down the bunkhouse and padlocked the door
There's nobody home on the range anymore

Cause there's nobody home on the range anymore.
Mornings he wakes up and wonders what for
And his saddle's turned into an old rocking chair
'Cause he knows his last mountain is two flights of stairs

In his final box canyon the poor side of town.
The old man is longin' to lay all down
And the last coyote's howlin' on some lonely hill
Now the eagle stop flyin' the night wind is still

--- Instrumental ---

But there's nobody home on the range anymore.
Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score
They've closed down the bunkhouse and padlocked the door
There's nobody home on the range anymore

But he knows the good times have all come and gone.
Deep in his mem'ry wild horses ride on
And the wide open spaces where buffalo play
Well, he dreams of the old days when bronc bustin' paid

And his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain.
His hands're all battered and his pony's gone lame
Now he lives in a room where you pay by the week
The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek

(Ed Penney - Rob Parsons)


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