The Last Cowboy Song

This is the last cowboy song

The end of a hundred year waltz

The voices sound sad as they're singin' along

Another piece of America's lost

He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets

On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer

And his dream's of tomorrow, surrounded by fences

But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here

He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark

And eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt backed down

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas

And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down

This is the last cowboy song

The end of a hundred year waltz

The voices sound sad as they're singin' along

Another piece of America's lost

Remmington showed us how he looked on canvas

And Louis Lamour has told us his tale

Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him

And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

This is the last cowboy song (the old Chisholm trail is covered in concrete now)

The end of a hundred year waltz (and they truck it to market in fifty foot rigs)

The voices sound sad as they're singin' along (they roll by his markings and don't even notice)

(Like living and dying was all he ever did) another piece of America's lost

This is the last cowboy song

The end of a hundred year waltz

The voices sound sad as they're singin' along

Another piece of America's lost

This is the last cowboy song

The end of a hundred year waltz