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

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