There’s Nobody Home On The Range Anymore - Chris Ledoux

There's Nobody Home On The Range Anymore - Chris Ledoux (克里斯-勒多克斯)
The old man used to dream
The fortune they seek
Now he lives in the room where you pay by the week
His hands are all bothered and his pony's gone lame
His bones always ache when the sky looks like rain
He dreams of the old days with bronco busting tail
The wide open spaces
Where buffalo play
Deep in his memory wild horses ride on
But he knows the good times have all come and gone
There's nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunkhouse
Had locked the door
Now there's oil wells motels folks by the score
But there's nobody home on the range anymore
Now the eagle stop flying
The night wind is still
The last can you's calling
For some lonely hill
The old man is longing to lay at all down
In his final box canyon the poor side town
Cause he knows his last melting
Is two flights stairs
And his saddle's turned into
An old rocking chair
He wakes up in mornings wonders what for
Cause there's nobody home on the range anymore
There's nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunkhouse
Had locked the door
Now there's oil wells motels folks by the score
But there's nobody home on the range anymore
There's nobody home on the range
Anymore