I know pick-up truck means your down on your luck anymore And boots and straw hats are just a thing of the past anymore And ever since waving, I cant find no one to buy into sad country songs And tell me whose gonna ride us away, when the last cowboys gone Is there a place I can find, any three quarter time anymore Is there a dirtier jukebox that spins on a dime anymore They changed all the words and the cow girls they all sing along But tell me whose gonna ride them away when the last cowboys gone If John Wayne, Jim and Roy are now just some cowboys That yesterday stampeded on, Then tell me whose gonna ride us away, whose gonna do that way Does everything good have to change till the last cowboys gone