let the ponies run

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

days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean

but our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we'd seen

regaling them with wild ass tales

that weren't that far from true

there wasn't a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn't do

and every year the finals drew us back to okc

shoulders

mahan

steiner

vol

t-bone and old duffy

and when the dust had settled and the last go-round was run

we stayed up all night singing songs 'til every song was sung

the broken bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes

and the trails we rode together

now we travel on alone

and the friends we saw each summer

now we hardly saw at all

a little something's broken off each time a cowboy falls

well

adios amigos

see you down the line

i sure enjoyed the bullshit

cause it brought back some good times

and if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young

tell them i stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run