The last cowboy song

This 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 dreams 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 7th when custer went down

This 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

The old Chisolm trail is covered in concrete now
They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs
They roll by his markings and don't even notice
Like living and dying was all he ever did

This 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 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