This Ain't the Same Old Range

The scenes have changed across the range since long ago
There’s miles of rails and crossroad trails that I don’t know
But now my days are numbered here and I don’t care
My old gang’s waiting just beyond the rolling clouds up there
This ain’t the same old range
Everything seems to change
Where are the pals I used to ride with
Gone to a land so strange
This ain’t the same old range
At night I see my old pals where the bright moon climbs
They’re roundin' up the shooting stars that stray sometimes
So brand them right and tie them tight so they won’t fall
To some far place in empty space and ne’er be found at all
This ain’t the same old range
Everything seems to change
Where are the pals I used to ride with
Gone to a land so strange
This ain’t the same old range