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