Sagebrush heroes: Boys story © Kip MArchetti/John Westwood APRA
Part 2 of the 7 part Sagebrush Heroes Saga,
Parts in italics are not in the recorded version
They landed a job a long way from home.
Lost all their money before heading off
Seem kinds foolish after all that hard work
All they got left was their jeans and a shirt.
The share was a quite handsome
A stake for a squat
A few hands of Holdem
An‚ they lost the lot
Far, far from the range.
They can’t go back
It wont be the same
Them gals that are waiting
Are primed for the church
If they go back with nothing
Some one’ll get hurt.
Far. far from the range
They‚re splitting logs for pocket change
Simple cowpokes with heads thick as wood
They gambled their money as only fools would
Sagebrush heroes they wouldn't go home
To the folk back in Texas till their problems solved
Their horses are gone, and saddles are sold
Ain't nothing left of that Yankee gold.
When they met with young Billy
He was no more than a kid
A baby face that belied what he did
Said he could help them get back on their feet
Never knew where all this would lead
Seemed so simple not much more than a prank,
Take up some Colts and rob a small bank
No one told them bout the quick and the dead,
Least not ‘til Lefty took a shot in the head
Reprise
Far, far from the range.
They can’t go back
It wont be the same
Them gals that are waiting
Are primed for the church
If they go back with nothing
Some one’ll get hurt.
Far, far from our range
When I take him back‚
It sure will feel strange
No more nights on the plains
No Drowning in rain
Only the sound of his woman’s pain.
Home home on the range