Jerry Jeff Walker
Last night I sat out on the boat dock and smoked a big cigar
Let my mind drift back along the road of life
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Jerry Jeff Walker
We held a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback Saloon
With every old-time cowboy agathered in one room
Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they were young
Fearless buckaroos who always let the ponies run
I still see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun
Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that we'd won
Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams
Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans
Cheyenne days to Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road
We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes
The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry
The one we won the big go around, the drinks were ours to buy