There's nobody home on the range anymore

G

1. The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek,

C

now he lives in a room where you pay by the week.

D

His hands are all battered, his pony's gone lame,

G

and his bones always ache when the sky looks like rain.

C G

There's nobody home on the range anymore,

D G

they closed down the bunk-house and padlocked the door.

C G Em

Now there' s oil-wells and motels and folks by the score -

G D G

but there's nobody home on the range anymore.

G

2. Now the eagle stopped flying, the nightwind is still,

C

and the last cow' s howling on some lonely hill.

D

The old man is longing to take it all down

G

in his final box, outside of town. + CHORUS

G

3. Because he knows his last mountain is two flights of stairs,

C

and his saddle turned into an old rocking chair.

D

Mornings he wakes up and wanders what for,

G

'cause there' s nobody home on the range anymore. + CHORUS

(Rex Allen jun.)