send me a postcard
from far away
I'll be home for the winter
I just got to stay
mama ran out my room
pulled off the shades
I wont be home to soon
cause we're going to the everglades
we're two brothers
home on the range
we're long on top
but short on change
I got a call
from the drop 68
now I'm in Jackson Hole
I just got to wait
well mama don't call us outlaws
we ain't done nothing wrong
just keep the homefire burning
and we'll keep singing this song
ch. 2x