Jerry Walker
We held a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback With every old-time cowboy agathered in one Swappin' tales and tellin' lies days when they were young Fearless buckaroos who always let the run
I see us behind the chutes, standin' 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 days to Fort Worth nights, we drove inch of road We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty 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 wild ass tales, that that far from true There wasn't a single favor 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 dust had settled and the go-round was run We stayed up all night singing songs every song was sung
The broken bones and broken that led to broken homes And the trails we rode together, now we travel on And the friends we saw summer, now we hardly saw at all A little something's broken off each time a falls
Well adios amigos, see you 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 were Tell them I saddle up just to feel the ponies run