Ode to Ogallala

It s the end of the Texas trail
And it s where I begin
A town too tough for Texans
Lord I think I ll fit right in
Transcontinental railroad
Running by my door
Was headed east to the ocean
But I don t belong there anymore
Ogallala I really want ya
Sweet Nebraska, I meant to ask ya
How long?
Must have fell off the wagon
The tinhorn gamblers
Were drawing me in
Then a dance with a cowboy
My feet were flyin
My heart was sinned
The smell of smoke in the timbers
I coulda swore I saw a neon light
Shinin down on me whiskey
A hard days work means a drinking night
Ogallala I really want ya
Sweet Nebraska I meant to ask ya
How long?
Oh how long?
Smell of smoke in the timbers
I coulda swore I saw a neon light
Shinin down on me whiskey
A hard days work means a drinking night
Shinin down on me whiskey
A hard days work means a drinking night