Waylon Jennings - LAST COWBOY SONG lyrics

This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz

The music is 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 days're spent surrounded by fences

But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here

The Old Chisholm Trail is covered by concrete

They truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs

They blow by his market never slowing to reason

Like living and dying was all he did

This is the last cowboy song...

This is the last cowboy song...

This is the last cowboy song