This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
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Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
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He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market on weekends selling tobacco and beer
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His dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences
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But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here
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He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
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And eyeball to eyeball Ol' Wyatt backed down
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He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
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And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down
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This is the last cowboy song...
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Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
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And Louie L'Amore has told us his tale
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And Willie and Waylon and me sing about him
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And wish to God we could have ridden his trail
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The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now
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And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
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They blow by his marker never slowing to read
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Like living and dying was all he did
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This is the last cowboy song...
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This is the last cowboy song...
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[ guitar ]
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This is the last cowboy song...
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Last Cowboy Song
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| Ed Bruce |
