Jerry Jeff
We held a funeral and a at the Diamondback Saloon With every old-time cowboy agathered in one Swappin' tales and tellin' from days 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 Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded
Cheyenne days to Fort Worth nights, we drove inch of road We often spoke our dreams out loud, rooms and dirty clothes The up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry The one we won the big go around, the were ours to buy
Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and But our nights were spent out dancin' the fairest girls we'd seen Regaling them with ass tales, that weren't that far from true There wasn't a single favor asked that your old pal do
And every year the finals us back to OKC Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, and old Duffy And when the had settled and the last go-round was run We stayed up all night songs 'til every song was sung
The bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes And the we rode 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 good And if you see those pals we from days when we were young Tell them I stil up just to feel the ponies run