The old man used to dream the fortunes he'd seek
Now he lives in a room where you pay by the week
His hands are all battered and his pony's gone lame
His bones always ache when the sky looks like rain
He dreams of the old days when broth bustin' paid
The wide open spaces where buffalo played
Deep in his memory wild horses run on
But he knows the good times have all come and gone
There's nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunkhouse 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 eagles stop flying,
the night wind is still The last coyotes howling from some
lonely hill The old man is longing to lay it 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
He wakes up in mornings and wonders what for
Cause there's nobody home on the range anymore
There's nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunkhouse 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
There's nobody home on the range anymore