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Carl Smith
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There's Nobody Home On the Range Anymore
the old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seen now he lives in a room where you pay by the week his hands are all battered and his ponie's gone lame and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain well he dreams of the old days when bronc bustin' paid and 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've closed down the bunkhouse pad locked the door now there's oil-wells and motels and folks by the store but there's nobody home on the range anymore もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com now the eagle's stopped flyin', the night wind is still and the last coyote's howlin' on some lonely hill the old man is longing to lay it all down in his final box canyon, the poor side of town cause he knows his last mountain is two flights of stairs and his saddle's turned into an old rockin' chair and morning she wakes up and wonders what for cause there's nobody home on the range anymore there's nobody home on the range anymore
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