There's Nobody Home on the Range Anymore Songtext
von Chris LeDoux

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 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 bronc bustin′ paid
And the wide open spaces where buffalo play
And 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 eagle stopped flyin′, the night wind is still
The last coyote's howlin′ from some lonely hill
The old man is longin' to lay it all down
In his final box canyon the poor side of town

′Cause he knows his last mountain is two flights two 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