There's Nobody Home on the Range Anymore
Echoes of the Vanishing West: A Tale of Faded Dreams
Lyrics
The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek
The elderly man used to dream of finding wealth.
Now he lives in a room where you pay by the week
Now he resides in a room with weekly rent.
His hands are all battered and his pony's gone lame
His hands are worn, and his horse is injured.
His bones always ache when the sky looks like rain
He experiences constant pain when the sky signals rain.
He dreams of the old days when bronc bustin' paid
He dreams of past times when bronc busting was lucrative.
The wide open spaces the buffalo glaized
Recollections of vast open spaces and buffalo fill his mind.
Deep in his memory wild horses run on
In his memories, wild horses run freely.
But he knows the good times have all come and gone
He acknowledges that the good times have passed.
There's nobody home on the range anymore
No one remains in the rural area.
They closed down the bunk house and padlocked the door
The bunkhouse is closed, and the door is padlocked.
Now there' s oil wells and motels and folks by the score
Oil wells, motels, and numerous people have taken over.
But there's nobody home on the range anymore
Despite the changes, there's an absence of life on the range.
Now the eagle stopped flying, the night wind is still
The eagle no longer soars, and the night wind is calm.
And the last coyotes howling on some lonely hill
The last coyotes are heard on a desolate hill.
The old man is longing to lay it all down
The old man desires to end it all and be laid to rest.
In his final box the far side of town
His final resting place is on the outskirts of town.
Because he knows his last mountain is two flights of stairs
His last challenge is climbing two flights of stairs.
And his saddle turned into an old rocking chair
His saddle has transformed into an old rocking chair.
He wakes up in mornin' and wanders what for
He wakes up in the morning questioning the purpose.
'Cause there' s nobody home on the range anymore
No one inhabits the range anymore.
There's nobody home on the range anymore
Desolation continues with no one left on the range.
They closed down the bunk house and padlocked the door
The bunkhouse is shut, and the door remains locked.
Now there' s oil wells and motels and folks by the score
Urbanization and oil industry have taken over.
But there's nobody home on the range anymore
Despite the changes, there's an absence of life on the range.
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