With a thin high crack of leather, a flash of silver spurs
The horseman comes to hoof beat drums, a restless wanderer
Look quickly when he passes, look quickly if you can
You just might see the last American
He's riding o'er the far horizon without fear or shame
So tip your hat and don't forget his name
It's written in the Cowboy Hall of Fame
He might be a rustler, or he might be the law
He may go down in history as 'quickest on the draw'
Or he might be a wrangler who's quicker with a song
All you little doggies get along
No two bit tin-horn gambler's gonna cheat him in a game
He'd rather take his poke and stake a claim
On a rancho in the Cowboy Hall of Fame
Ride free
Forever on the unfenced open range
All the way to California and the sea
But keep your powder dry and never change
He's ridin' down in Texas, he's on the Chisholm Trail
He'll go through old New Mexico, stand fast and never fail
He's out in the Missouri Breaks, he's down in Monterrey
Look quickly 'cos he just went that-a-way
And he's going to Oklahoma trailin' dust and shootin' flames
A man that only God himself could tame
To hang his saddle in the Cowboy Hall of Fame
To hang his saddle in the Cowboy Hall of Fame
