The Highwaymen - The Last Cowboy Song lyrics
[The Highwaymen - The Last Cowboy Song lyrics]
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
The old Chisholm 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 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
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
The old Chisholm 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 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