This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
Their voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost
Now he rides a feed lot and clerks in a market
On weekends selling tobacco and beer
And his dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences
He'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
And their voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost
Charlie Russell he showed us how he looked on canvas
And Old Teddy Blue told us his tale
And us old cowboy singers we sing about him
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
And their voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost
The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now
And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
They blow by his marker never even slowing down to read it
Just like living and dying was all he did
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
And their voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost
This is the last cowboy song
And it's the end of a hundred year waltz
And their voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost
This is the last cowboy song