Just a couple ornery worn out cowboys
Reminiscing of younger days
On the front porch swing rocking to the rhythm
That they're still both out on the open range
Around these parts everyone knows them
And the wild stories that they tell
Of highfalutin adventure as if they are still there
Lasso in hand roping and wrangling the cows
Just a couple over the hill worn out cowboys
Swinging to the rhythm of latter days
As in their minds they rope and ride biding their time
On what is now their final open range
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Just a couple ornery worn out cowboys
Reminiscing of younger days
On the front porch swing rocking to the rhythm
That they're still both out on the open range
Around these parts everyone knows them
And the wild stories that they tell
Of highfalutin adventure as if they are still there
Lasso in hand roping and wrangling the cows
Just a couple over the hill worn out cowboys
Swinging to the rhythm of latter days
As in their minds they rope and ride biding their time
On what is now their final open range
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