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 days when they were young Fearless buckaroos who always let the run
I still see us the chutes, standin' in the sun Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that won Farmin' boys from everywhere, a ropin' in our dreams Buckin' down the in old trucks and faded jeans
days to Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty The up, the broken ones, too tough 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 lean and But our nights spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we'd seen Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren't that far true There a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn't do
And year the finals drew us back to OKC Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, and old Duffy 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 hearts that led to homes And the trails we rode together, now we on alone And the friends we saw summer, now we hardly saw at all A something's broken off each time a cowboy 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 them I stil saddle up just to the ponies run