Waylon Jennings The Last Cowboy Song
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
He rides a feed lot, clerks in a market
On weekends selling 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 for 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
Chorus
Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
and Louis L'Amour has told us his tale
Me Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him
and wish to god we could have ridden his trail
The Old Chisholm Trail is covered by concrete
They truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
They roll by his market never slowing to reason
Like living and dying was all he did
This is the last cowboy song...
This is the last cowboy song...
This is the last cowboy song
