Boots and spurs and pearl handled cap pistols
And a gold mine I dug in the sand
I rode the fence line in our backyard each day
on a stick horse I called old Dan
One day my mama she called me aside
and said you can't be fourteen again
There's not enough gold in your lost canyon mine
to keep you from being a man
You're a little too old to play cowboy
It's high time that you made a change
So kick off your boots and bed down your horse
Cause there ain't no home on the range
A wife a son a job at the factory
but that never was really me
So we loaded up our old pickup truck
to go where I wanted to be
A rodeo clown picked me up off the ground
at the Cheyenne Frontier rodeo
And that was the start of breakin' her heart
she said you'd think a grown man would know
You're a little too old to play cowboy
It's high time that you made a change
So kick off your boots and bed down your horse
Cause there ain't no home on the range
Bologna and beans were within our means
and a hamburger once in a while
A new pair of jeans is the answer to dreams
when you live in rodeo style
One day my boy said I don't want toys
just a friend would satisfy me
And I knew right then I'd come to the end
when the tears in his eyes said to me
You're a little too old to play cowboy
It's high time that you made a change
So kick off your boots and bed down your horse
Cause there ain't no home on the range
You're a little too old to play cowboy
It's high time that you made a change
So kick off your boots then and bed down your horse
Cause there ain't no home on the range
You're a little too old to play cowboy