A single town county, a hundred horse town The rodeo rides away, then comes back around The fiddler was shorted tho he played Cherokee That's a warning for to a white boy like me All I see now are fences The cards turn a profit But their people are gone These old holes in the highway Are so brutal on bones You don't dance with who brought you It's a lonesome walk home Can I catch a ride sir, if you're goin' this way I forgot what would all the Protestants say She was there for the takin', there were promises made The small pox and whiskey, were a mighty bad trade All I see now are fences The cards turn a profit But their people are gone These old holes in the highway Are so brutal on bones You don't dance with who brought you It's a lonesome walk home The tables are turned into dried up remains Since the storm from the east, blew across the Plains All I see now are fences The casinos turn the profit But their people are gone These old holes in the highway Are so brutal on bones You don't dance with who brought you It's a lonesome walk home You don't dance with who brought you It's a lonesome walk home