Lyrics
His hands re all bothered and his pony s gone lame, now he lives in the room where you pay by the week
but there s nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door, cause he knows his last meltin is two flights two stairs
They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door, the old man used to dream of the fortune he d seek
There s nobody home on the range anymore, now he lives in the room where you pay by the week The, but he knows the good times have all come and gone
And the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore
and his saddle s turned into an old rocking chair
His hands re all bothered and his pony s gone lame, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore
the old man used to dream of the fortune he d seek
But he knows the good times have all come and gone, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore
he dreams of the old days with bronco bustin tails
Cause he knows his last meltin is two flights two stairs, the old man is longin to lay all down in his final box canyon the poor side of
and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain
there s nobody home
now he lives in the room where you pay by the week
They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door, they closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door Home, the old man is longin to lay all down in his final box canyon the poor side of
But there s nobody home on the range anymore, now he lives in the room where you pay by the week Range, his hands re all bothered and his pony s gone lame
Cause he knows his last meltin is two flights two stairs, deep in his mem ry wild horses ride on
And his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain, his hands re all bothered and his pony s gone lame, there s nobody home
And his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain, deep in his mem ry wild horses ride on
Now the eagle stop flyin the night wind is still, now he lives in the room where you pay by the week Anymore, and the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill
there s nobody home
The old man is longin to lay all down in his final box canyon the poor side of, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore Range, now he lives in the room where you pay by the week
The old man is longin to lay all down in his final box canyon the poor side of, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore
there s nobody home
And the wide open spaces where buffalo plays, the old man used to dream of the fortune he d seek
Cause there s nobody home on the range anymore, and his saddle s turned into an old rocking chair, his hands re all bothered and his pony s gone lame
And his saddle s turned into an old rocking chair, and the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill, he dreams of the old days with bronco bustin tails
and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain
There s nobody home on the range anymore, and his saddle s turned into an old rocking chair Anymore, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door, now there s oilwells and motels and folks by the score Moe, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore
And the wide open spaces where buffalo plays, there s nobody home, and his saddle s turned into an old rocking chair
Now he lives in the room where you pay by the week, now the eagle stop flyin the night wind is still On, they closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door
And the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill, and the wide open spaces where buffalo plays Bandy, his hands re all bothered and his pony s gone lame
There s nobody home, and the wide open spaces where buffalo plays
now the eagle stop flyin the night wind is still
Now the eagle stop flyin the night wind is still, there s nobody home on the range anymore
The old man used to dream of the fortune he d seek, and the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill, and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain
And the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill, the old man is longin to lay all down in his final box canyon the poor side of There's, now he lives in the room where you pay by the week
and his saddle s turned into an old rocking chair
They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door, deep in his mem ry wild horses ride on
His hands re all bothered and his pony s gone lame, deep in his mem ry wild horses ride on The, but there s nobody home on the range anymore
his hands re all bothered and his pony s gone lame
Now there s oilwells and motels and folks by the score, and the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill Nobody, and the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill
But there s nobody home on the range anymore, he dreams of the old days with bronco bustin tails, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore
There s nobody home on the range anymore, cause there s nobody home on the range anymore The, and the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill
He wakes up in morning and wonders what for, the old man is longin to lay all down in his final box canyon the poor side of Home, deep in his mem ry wild horses ride on
And the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill, now the eagle stop flyin the night wind is still
And his saddle s turned into an old rocking chair, cause he knows his last meltin is two flights two stairs
They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door, they closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door, there s nobody home
And the wide open spaces where buffalo plays, and his saddle s turned into an old rocking chair
Cause there s nobody home on the range anymore, and the last cayou s callin on some lonely hill
They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door, and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain
Now he lives in the room where you pay by the week, there s nobody home on the range anymore Home, there s nobody home
deep in his mem ry wild horses ride on
Now there s oilwells and motels and folks by the score, and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain