Jerry Jeff
We held a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback With old-time cowboy agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they young buckaroos who always let the ponies run
I still see us 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 and faded jeans
Cheyenne days to Fort Worth nights, we 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 ours to buy
Days were filled mundane chores that kept us lean and mean But our nights were spent out dancin' the fairest girls we'd seen Regaling them with wild ass tales, weren't that far from true There wasn't a single favor that your old pal wouldn't do
And every the finals drew us back to OKC Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, and old Duffy And when the dust had and the last go-round was run We stayed up all night singing songs 'til every was sung
The broken bones and broken hearts led to broken homes And the trails we rode together, now we on alone And the friends we saw summer, now we hardly saw at all A little something's broken off time a cowboy falls
adios amigos, see you down the line I sure the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times And if you see those pals we knew from days when we young them I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run