Brian Burns - The Last Living Cowboy lyrics

Thunder comes down through the backstreets of town As an Airflow Jet Chrysler glides by He sits alone behind the Custerdome And watches the lights in the sky Oh, this was the wide-open prairie And these were the outskirts of town Before they paved over the creeks and the dirt roads And tore all the honky-tonks down He's the last living cowboy He's a lost and lonesome refugee Singin' whatever spirits ride through here tonight Here's to my compadres and me Wide-open spaces are yesterday's news As the world reaches out to touch the stars And all of the good things a Texan once knew Went out with the third world war He fades to a dream as the satellite sings To the words of an old troubador And it takes him away on a bright summer day To a world that isn't turning anymore He's the last living cowboy He's a lost and lonesome refugee Singin' whatever spirits ride through here tonight Here's to my compadres and me Out in the west there's a stillness tonight As he lays down to rest his weary mind Strange music and laughter drift out of a lonely room From a better place in time