[All:]
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This the last cowboy song:
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The end of a hundred year waltz.
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The voices sound sad as they're singin' along.
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Another piece of America's lost.
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[Waylon Jennings:]
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He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets,
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On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer.
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And his dream's of tomorrow, surrounded by fences,
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But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here.
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[Kris Kristofferson:]
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He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark,
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And eyeball to eyeball, old 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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[All:]
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This the last cowboy song:
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The end of a hundred year waltz.
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The voices sound sad as they're singin' along.
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Another piece of America's lost.
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[Willie Nelson:]
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Remmington showed us how he looked on canvas,
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And Louis Lamour has told us his tale.
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Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him,
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And wish to God we could have ridden his trail.
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[Johnny Cash verse spoken over Chorus:]
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The old Chisholm trail is covered in concrete now,
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They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs.
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They roll by his markings and don't even notice,
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Like living and dying was all he ever did.
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[All:]
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This the last cowboy song:
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The end of a hundred year waltz.
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The voices sound sad as they're singin' along.
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Another piece of America's lost.
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[All:]
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This the last cowboy song:
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The end of a hundred year waltz.
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The voices sound sad as they're singin' along.
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Another piece of America's lost.
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[To Fade]
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The Last Cowboy Song
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| The Highwaymen |
