I woke up this morning
With a bump on my head
An empty corral
And a stone cold bed
Well all of my livestock
Was nowhere in sight
She took all of my horses when she left me last night
She cut me off at the roots
When she took my best boots
I'm hung-over and barefoot and long
You know I can't blame her
Try as I might
She took all of my horses when she left me last night
She rode off by moonlight and cut through the fences
Looks like somebody's done come to her senses
You know I can't blame her
Try as I might
She took all of my horses when she left me last night
She rode off by moonlight and cut through the fences
Looks like somebody's done come to her senses
You know I can't blame her
Try as I might
She took all of my horses when she left me last night
To much time on the range
And to much the bar
She warned me and warned me but I took it to far
The whiskey was wrong
And the woman
Yeah, the woman might have been right
She took all of my horses when she left me last night
She took all of my horses when she left me last night

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Writer(s): ARTHUR "BUDDY" EDWARDS, BRIAN BLUSH, BRIAN DAVID BLUSH, PAUL H. NAFFAH, ROGER CLYNE, ROGER MEADE CLYNE