The old man used to dream of the fortune he'd seek

Now he lives in the room where you pay by the week

His hands're all bothered and his pony's gone lame

And his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain



Well he dreams of the old days with bronc bustin' tails

And the wide open spaces where buffalo plays

Deep in his mem'ry 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 and had locked the door

Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score

But there's nobody home on the range anymore

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Now the eagle stop flyin' the night wind is still

And the last cayou's hawlin' on some lonely hill

The old man is longin' to lay all down

In his final box canyon the poor side of town



Cause he knows his last mantel is two flights two stairs

And his saddle's turned into an old rocking chair

Mornings he wakes up and wonders what for

Cause there's nobody home on the range anymore



There's nobody home on the range anymore...