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 sing about him And wish to God we could have ridden his trail
The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs They blow by his marker never slowing to read Like living and dying was all that he 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....
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