South on the freeway a drivin' along, watching the country role by
You can't see nothin' but sage brush and mountains, an occasional cloud in the sky
From Remington pictures to the Hollywood flicks
It seems like the scenery don't change
And you can't see a soul and the way that it looks
There's nobody home on the range
Aint' there nobody home on the range?

Whatever happened to the hero on horseback
His big hat n' boots n' still livin' the code
Well I'm here to tell ya that he's still out there ridin'
He just can't be seen from the road
He just can't be seen from the road

From the call of the wild to the lure of the west
That's spoken in story and song
Ever so often an irrational child will say to his mother so long
I'm a headin' out west where a man is a man
And they don't even ask for his age
And I'll find me that man who will show me the way
To punch cattle out in the sage
Ain't there nobody home on the range

Out where the coyote and buffalo roam
And the deer and the antlope play
Sittin astride of a good ropin' horse
The cowboy still spendin his day

Keepin his eye on the cattle that graze
On the grama grass over the plain     more about grama grass
And as long as there's cows and stars in our eyes
The cowboy will ever remain
Ain't there nobody home on the range

Whatever happened to the hero on horseback
His big hat n' boots n' still livin' the code
Well I'm here to tell ya that he's still out there ridin'
He just can't be seen from the road
He just can't be seen from the road