If you have a clue to what they might be, please email me.
All my kids and all my wives
All my liquor and all my wine
All my time with me and my mother
At the end of the night it's one or the other
There's a dance in Pensicola, the sky too moves
Rhythm gets lost, which one to choose
As a prairie song is off-set to recitations
These another country, poor limitations
I'm not one for calling the cavalry
Tending, defending my make-shift chivalry
Give me my home on the range
I might be willing to make some change
All my friends with all their lies
Brush right by while they're changin' sides
And now that I feel so gently touched
Won't say a word, I won't ask you for much
I spent days, he watched many times
Can we skip all the jokes and get right to the punchline
West went the way of the saddled shoulder
Red rover, red rover, can you come over
I'm not one for calling the calvalry
Tending, defending my make-shift chivalry
Give me my home on the range
I might be willing to make some change
All my whiskey and all my beer
Don't have to go home
But you can't stay here
Give me my home on the range
I might be willing to make some change...yeah
Yeah whoa whoa
