Текст Chris LeDoux – There’s Nobody Home On The Range Anymore

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

Now the eagle stop flyin’ the night wind is still
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 town
Cause he knows his last meltin’ is two flights two stairs
And his saddle’s turned into an old rocking chair
He wakes up in morning and wonders what for
Cause there’s nobody home on the range anymore
There’s nobody home…