Jerry Jeff
We a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback Saloon every old-time cowboy agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from when they were young Fearless buckaroos who let the ponies run
I still see us behind the chutes, in the sun Light reflecting off the shiny that we'd won Farmin' boys everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams Buckin' down the in old trucks and faded jeans
Cheyenne to Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road We often our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to cry The one we won the big go around, the were ours to buy
Days were filled with mundane chores that us lean and mean But our nights were spent out dancin' the fairest girls we'd seen Regaling them with wild ass tales, weren't that far from true There wasn't a single favor that your old pal wouldn't do
And every year the finals us back to OKC Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, and old Duffy And when the had settled and the last go-round was run We stayed up all night songs 'til every song was sung
The broken bones and broken hearts led to broken homes And the we rode together, now we travel on alone And the we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all A something's broken off each time a cowboy falls
Well adios amigos, see you the line I sure the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times And if you see those we knew from days when we were young Tell them I stil saddle up to feel the ponies run