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
Writer(s): Steve Wynn
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