Jerry Walker
We a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback Saloon With every old-time agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they young Fearless who always let the ponies run
I see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun Light reflecting off the shiny 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 Worth nights, we drove inch 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
Days were filled with mundane chores that 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 that far true There wasn't a single favor that your old pal wouldn't do
And every year the finals drew us to OKC Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, T-bone and old And the dust had settled and the last go-round was run We stayed up all night singing songs 'til every was sung
The broken bones and broken hearts that led to homes And the trails we together, now we travel on alone And the friends we saw each summer, now we saw at all A little broken off each time a cowboy falls
Well adios amigos, see you down the 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 them I stil saddle up to feel the ponies run