Jerry Walker
We a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback Saloon With old-time cowboy agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' from days when 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 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 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 and mean But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest we'd seen Regaling them wild ass tales, that weren't that far from true There wasn't a single favor asked your old pal wouldn't do
And every year the finals drew us to OKC Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, T-bone and old And when the dust had and the last go-round was run We stayed up all singing songs 'til every song was sung
The bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes And the trails we together, now we travel on alone And the friends we saw summer, now we hardly 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 back some times And if you see those pals we knew days when we were young Tell them I stil saddle up just to feel the run