Jerry Jeff
We held a and a wake at the Diamondback Saloon With every old-time agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' from days when they were young buckaroos who always let the ponies run
I still see us the chutes, standin' in the sun Light reflecting off the shiny buckles we'd won Farmin' from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans
Cheyenne days to Fort Worth nights, we drove every of road We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty The bandaged up, the broken ones, too to ever cry The one we won the big go around, the drinks ours to buy
Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us and mean But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls seen Regaling them wild ass tales, that weren't that far from true There a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn't 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 go-round was run We stayed up all night singing 'til every song was sung
The broken bones and broken hearts that led to homes And the we rode together, now we travel on alone And the we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all A little something's broken off time a cowboy falls
Well adios amigos, see you the line I sure enjoyed the bullshit, it brought back some good times And if you see those we knew from days when we were young Tell them I saddle up just to feel the ponies run