About eight miles off of Route 16

In the Cowboy State lives a crazy dream

I’ll buy you that piece of land

And build you a home with these two hands

But I won’t do it with hammer or nail

I won’t be the one digging the well

I’ll build that frame by writing these songs

The kind of melody that goes on and on

To build a life, by your side,

There ain’t a better scene.

On the screen, or in my mind,

It’s like living out a dream.

Living out a dream.

I love your midnight hair and your eyes that shine.

I like the way you act after you drink wine.

Slow dancing in the kitchen to our favorite songs,

To the kind of melodies that go on and on.

To build a life, by your side,

There ain’t a better scene.

On the screen, or in my mind,

It’s like living out a dream.

Living out a dream.

Living out a dream.

To build a life, by your side,

There ain’t a better scene.

On the screen, or in my mind,

It’s like living out a dream.

You’re like living out a dream.

Living out a dream.

I gave her fifty cents for eggs over easy.

And her coffee was the strongest in the land.

Down south it’s hot, up here it's freezing.

Sometimes things don't work out as planned.

Maybe I could find a place to stay for a while;

A little room to hang my hat and cry.

I ain't much for talking and the loneliness is fine.

I just need a place to hang my hat and cry.

The snow it fell like burning embers,

And my coat was all I had to keep me warm.

The way the wind would blow across Front Street

Told me everything I needed to know.

Maybe I could find a place to stay for a while;

A little room to hang my hat and cry.

I ain't much for talking and the loneliness is fine.

I just need a place to hang my hat and cry.

I ain't much for talking and the loneliness is fine.

I just need a place to hang my hat and cry.

Cold beer, hot women,

Is what I’ve been missing

Since you came and ruined my life.

Bar rooms and pool halls, old lonesome last calls,

Well, they’re all just memories now.

I used to go and have myself a drink.

I get to dancing with the first girl I meet.

I put quarters in the jukebox, oh, me and whiskey’d have a time.

The barmaids even call me by my name.

Cold beer, hot women,

Is what I’ve been missing

Since you came and ruined my life.

Bar rooms and pool halls, old lonesome last calls,

Well, they’re all just memories now.

Now I don’t seem to get that kind of love from you.

And you can't stand the sight of that bar room.

It’s just “honey, do this,” “baby, do that,” “sugar, won't you take me out?”

Well, now all my rowdy friends say I’ve settled down.

Cold beer, hot women,

Is what I’ve been missing

Since you came and ruined my life.

Bar rooms and pool halls, old lonesome last calls,

Well, they’re all just memories now.

They’re all just memories now.

Well, they’re all just memories now.

The train ain't come through in a week.

We’re living on salt pork and dreams.

We ain't got a dime, but our health is fine.

It's just money.

The river has all but dried up.

This year we’re harvesting dust.

Despite all of the pain, we make love the same.

It's just money.

Now hard times will come like a man on the run.

You’ve got to hold on.

And, when nothing goes right, you’ve got to wade through the night.

It's just money.

It's just money.

The shops are all closing their doors.

And Main Street ain’t the same anymore.

We've got the land,

And you’re still holding my hand.

It's just money.

Now hard times will come like a man on the run.

You’ve got to hold on.

And, when nothing goes right, you’ve got to wade through the night.

It's just money.

It's just money.

Clock on the wall, it ticks fast.

A barren branch never lasts.

The mountain stands tall as the rain starts to fall.

It's just money.

The first snow showed up in August

Out on the Johnson County line.

Made it hard to reach the cattle,

Made it harder to pass the time.

So, he just sat there thinking

About what he could not recall,

With a broken heart, transgressions,

Bottles of alcohol.

He could not sleep for nothing

Even though he tried.

Countless hours of TV,

With a Bible by his side.

Box fans and folk music

Break the silence of the night.

Oh, it's hard to see the heavens through sad and tired eyes.

Death came in like thunder

Over twenty-one days.

Be sure to call your mother,

And tell her it’ll be ok.

I still smell him on his jacket,

Keep his old boots by my bed.

Both ended up being mine

Once he went on ahead.

Some feathers on a necklace,

A stale box of Camel Lights.

Two things he had on him

When he took that final flight.

Now I wear the necklace.

I smoked the Camels all away.

Guess his guitar’s in Texas;

Man, he sure could play.

Sometimes in the evening

I can almost hear him call

From somewhere over the mountain

Through the sage and forest wall.

Time is taking its toll

Just like in spring when it still snows.

Fighting through all that cold

When the wind starts to blow.

Searching, burning daylight.

Working till dawn

And no sun in sight.

Called all my bluffs and went

I cashed it all in.

I found where the sky got tall

Where all my hopes weren’t lost after all.

Home, home on the range,

Peace on the plains.

It’s funny how every man’s dreams

Seem to run dry like an old mountain stream.

Sooner or later he’ll find where the water gets wide.

I found where the sky got tall

Where all my hopes weren’t lost after all.

Home, home on the range,

Peace on the plains.

I found where the sky got tall

Where all my hopes weren’t lost after all

Home, home on the range,

Home, home on the range,

Peace on the plains