The old cowboy was riding his horse On the open range Air was fresh, the sky was clear He could smell the rain Then the people crowded him Mobile homes and walmart came Closed his eyes and prayed real hard Dreaming how it used to be
He roamed the hills and the valleys Near the ranch where he once lived But it’s asphalt and rooftops Everywhere that he could see It seemed to happen overnight They raped the land and let it bleed Now he cries himself to sleep Dreaming how it used to be
The old sailor hoisted his sails Headed to the open sea Set his traps and cast his nets He had a family to feed Reeled in his bounty Old tires and rusted cans Shook his head in disbelief Dreaming how it used to be
(Chorus) Oh… what have we done We don’t even hesitate Oh… what have we done We take what we can’t replace Think our children will thank us? Can we look them in the face?
The old pilot left the runway There’s freedom in the open sky Searching for the golden fields Where his childhood used to lie Lookin’ down at smoke and dust Could hardly believe the sight Closed his eyes and prayed real hard Dreaming how it used to be (Repeat chorus twice)