The Last Cowboy Song

This is 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 dream's 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 Seventh when Custer went down
 This is 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
 This is the last cowboy song (the old Chisholm trail is covered in concrete now)
 The end of a hundred year waltz (and they truck it to market in fifty foot rigs)
 The voices sound sad as they're singin' along (they roll by his markings and don't even notice)
 (Like living and dying was all he ever did) another piece of America's lost
 This is 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 is the last cowboy song
 The end of a hundred year waltz