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