You don't see him much on the big screen anymore Kids don't ride along with Roy or Gene That ain't really him with all those feathers in his hat And some Frenchman's name embroidered on his jeans He's still out there riding fences Still makes a living with his rope As long as there's a sunset He'll keep riding for the brand You just can't see him from the road He never learned to two-step, hell, he barely learned to walk He's worn a lot of leather off the tree He's had one or two good horses he counts among his friends And he never drew a breath that wasn't free He's tall in the saddle, short on the cash The last to quit, the first to buy the beer He's a knight in leather armor still living by a code That's made him what he's been a hundred years