[All 4:]
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.
[Jennings:]
He rides the feed lots, clerks in a market,
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer.
And his dreams of tommorrow surrounded by fences,
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here.
[Kristofferson:]
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.
[All 4:]
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.
[Nelson:]
Remington 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.
[Johnny Speaks and the three others sing the chorus:]
The old chisom trail is covered in concrete.
And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs.
They roll by his marker and don't even notice.
Like living and dieing was all he ever did.
[All 4:]
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.
[Fade.]
This is the last cowboy song.
The end of a hundred year waltz.
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.
[Jennings:]
He rides the feed lots, clerks in a market,
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer.
And his dreams of tommorrow surrounded by fences,
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here.
[Kristofferson:]
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.
[All 4:]
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.
[Nelson:]
Remington 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.
[Johnny Speaks and the three others sing the chorus:]
The old chisom trail is covered in concrete.
And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs.
They roll by his marker and don't even notice.
Like living and dieing was all he ever did.
[All 4:]
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.
[Fade.]
This is the last cowboy song.
The end of a hundred year waltz.