He's ridin' the plains, livin' up to his name As the next to the last true romantic He knows that his story is tragic But he can't rest 'til he's next to you All the girls know his fame, the men curse his name And they talk about him like he's magic But he's the next to the last true romantic And he can't rest 'til he's next to you He's stolen hearts like they're horses And horses when hearts can't be found He keeps riding from one horse to one horse to one horse town It gets him down (It gets him down!) He know's he's a fool to get caught up with you But he's the next to the last true romantic He can't let go of love once he's had it And he can't rest 'til he's next to you There's always whiskey and women and women and whiskey around He can't tell which is worse To be dying of thirst or to drown That gets him down (That gets him down!) So he smiles through the pain, he pinch Estelle, he dance with Jane Sometimes, even he don't know how he stands it But he's the next to the last true romantic And he can't rest 'til he's next to you No, he can't rest 'til he's next to you