Jerry Jeff
We held a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback With every cowboy agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they young Fearless who always let the ponies run
I still see us the chutes, standin' in the sun reflecting off the shiny buckles that we'd won Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and jeans
Cheyenne days to Worth nights, we drove every inch of road We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and clothes The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to cry The one we won the big go around, the were ours to buy
Days were filled with mundane chores kept us lean and mean But our nights were spent out dancin' the fairest girls we'd seen Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren't that far from There wasn't a single asked that your old pal wouldn't do
And every year the drew us back to OKC Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, and old Duffy And the dust had settled and the last go-round was run We stayed up all night singing songs 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 each summer, now we 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, it brought back some good times And if you see pals we knew from days when we were young Tell I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run