Jerry Walker
We held a funeral and a at the Diamondback Saloon every old-time cowboy agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when were young buckaroos who always let the ponies run
I see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun reflecting off the shiny buckles that we'd won Farmin' from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams Buckin' down the highway in old and faded jeans
Cheyenne days to Fort nights, we drove every inch of road We spoke 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 drinks were to buy
Days were filled mundane chores that kept us lean and mean But our nights were spent out dancin' the fairest girls we'd seen Regaling with wild ass tales, that weren't that far from true There wasn't a favor asked that your old pal wouldn't do
And every year the drew 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 night singing 'til every song was sung
The broken and broken hearts that led to broken homes And the trails we together, now we travel on alone And the friends we saw summer, now we hardly saw at all A little something's broken off each time a falls
Well adios amigos, see you the line I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought some good times And if you see those pals we from days when we were young Tell I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run