The Last Cowboy Song

D This is the last cowboy song G The end of a hundred year waltz A Voices sound sad as they're singing along D Another piece of America's lost D He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market A On weekends selling tobacco and beer A His dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences D But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here D He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark A And eyeball to eyeball Ol' Wyatt backed down A He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas D And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down D This is the last cowboy song G The end of a hundred year waltz A Voices sound sad as they're singing along D Another piece of America's lost D Remington showed us how he looked on canvas A And Louis L'Amour has told us his tale A And Willie and Waylon and me sing about him D And wish to God we could have ridden his trail D The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now G And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs A They just blow by his market never slowing to reason D Like living and dying was all he did D This is the last cowboy song G The end of a hundred year waltz A Voices sound sad as they're singing along D Another piece of America's lost D G D This is the last cowboy song