Letra de The Last Cowboy Song

This the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And 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, old Wyatt backed down He stood shoulder to shoulder with travis in Texas And rode with the 7th when custer went down This the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost Remmington showed us how he looked on canvas And Louis Lamour has told us his tale Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him And wish to God we could have ridden his trail The old Chisolm trail is covered in concrete now They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs They roll by his markings and don't even notice Like living and dying was all he ever did This the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost This the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost