Jerry Walker
We held a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback With every old-time agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from when they were young buckaroos who always let the ponies run
I still see us behind the chutes, in the sun Light reflecting off the shiny buckles we'd won boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded
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 to ever cry The one we won the big go around, the drinks were to buy
Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and But our nights spent out dancin' with 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 year the finals drew us back 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 singing songs 'til every song was sung
The broken and broken hearts that led to broken homes And the trails we rode together, now we travel on And the we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all A little something's broken off each time a falls
adios amigos, see you down the line I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back good times And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were Tell I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run