Karaoké The Last Cowboy Song Ed Bruce

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 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

The 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 we sing about him

And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

This is the last cowboy song the end of

The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now

And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs a hundred year waltz

The voices sound sad as they're singing along

Oh they just blow by his marker they never stop to read it another piece of America's lost

Like living and dying was all he ever did

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

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

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

This is the last cowboy song