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.)