Jerry Jeff
We held a funeral and a at the Diamondback Saloon With old-time cowboy agathered in one room Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from 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 buckles that we'd won Farmin' boys everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded
Cheyenne to Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road We spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes The bandaged up, the ones, too tough to ever cry The one we won the big go around, the drinks ours to buy
Days were with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean But our were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we'd seen Regaling them with ass tales, that weren't that far from true There wasn't a favor asked that your old pal wouldn't do
And every year the finals drew us 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 singing songs every song was sung
The broken bones and hearts that led to broken homes And the trails we rode together, now we on alone And the friends we saw each summer, now we saw at all A little broken off each time a cowboy falls
Well adios amigos, see you the line I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back some good And if you see those pals we knew from days when we young Tell I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run