D This is the last cowboy songG The end of a hundred year waltzA The voices sound sad as they're singing alongD Another piece of America is lostD R: He rides the feed lots,works in a marketA On weekend selling tobacco and beer He dreams of tommorrow surrounded by fencesD But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't hereD He blazed the trail with Lewis and ClarkA And eyeball to eyeball old Wyatt backed down He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in TexasD And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down R:D Remington showed us how he looked on canvasA And Louis L`amour told us his tale Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about himD And wish to God we could have ridden his trail .. and the three others sing the chorus.D The old chisom trail is covered in concreteG They truck it to market in fifty foot rigsA They roll by his graveside and don't even noticeD Like living and dieing was all he ever did R: