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 is lost He rides the feed lots,works in a market On weekend selling tobacco and beer He dreams of tommorrow 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 old 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 is lost Remington showed us how he looked on canvas And Louis Lamour told us his tale Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him And wish to God we could have ridden his trail The old chisom trail is covered in concrete They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs They roll by his graveside and don't even notice Like living and dieing 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 is lost