Chorus: D This is the last cowboy song G The end of a hundred year waltz A The voices sound sad as theyʼre singing along D Another piece of America is lost D He rides the feed lots,works in a market A On weekend selling tobacco and beer He dreams of tommorrow surrounded by fences D But heʼll dream tonight of when fences werenʼt here D He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark A And eyeball to eyeball old Wyatt backed down He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas D And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down Chorus. D Remington showed us how he looked on canvas A And Louis Lamour told us his tale Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him D And wish to God we could have ridden his trail D The old chisom trail is covered in concrete G They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs A They roll by his graveside and donʼt even notice D Like living and dieing was all he ever did Chorus.
