This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost
He rides a feedlot and clerks in a market
On weekends selling tobacco and beer
His dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't there
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 is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost
Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
Louis L'Amour has told us his tale
Willie and Waylon and me sing about him
And wish to God he could have ridden his trail
The old Chislom Trail is covered in concrete now
And they truck 'em to market in fifty-foot rigs
They blow by his marker never slowin' to read it
Like livin' and dyi
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