The Last Cowboy Song

This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
 Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
 He rides a feed lot 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 here
 He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
 And eyeball to eyeball Ol' 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
 Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
 Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
 And Louie L'Amore has told us his tale
 And Willie and Waylon and me sing about him
 And wish to God we could have ridden his trail
 The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now
 And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
 They blow by his market never slowing to reason
 Like living and dying was all he did
 This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
 Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
 This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
 Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
 [ guitar ]
 This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
 Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost