There's Nobody Home On The Range Anymore
Performer(s): Chris LeDoux



The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek
now he lives in a room where you pay by the week
His hands are all battered, his pony's gone lame
and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain

There's nobody home on the range anymore
they closed down the bunk-house and padlocked the door
Now there' s oil-wells and motels and folks by the score 
but there's nobody home on the range anymore

Now the eagle stopped flying, the nightwind is still
and the last cow' s howling on some lonely hill
The old man is longing to take it all down
in his final box outside of town

There's nobody home on the range anymore
they closed down the bunk-house and padlocked the door
Now there' s oil-wells and motels and folks by the score 
but there's nobody home on the range anymore

Because he knows his last mountai is two flights of stairs
and his saddle turned into an old rocking chair
Mornings he wakews up and wander what for
'cause there' s nobody home on the range anymore

There's nobody home on the range anymore
they closed down the bunk-house and padlocked the door
Now there' s oil-wells and motels and folks by the score 
but there's nobody home on the range anymore