Are there any cowboys left in the good o' U.S.A.? I'm tired of drugstore outlaws from Dallas to L.A. I'm tired of make-believing they're all the things they say Are there really any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? I searched this golden land of ours from the East coast to the West And you know it was the cowboys helped to make our land the best Well, I've searched this country over, but I've only found a few Who'd still stand up for the things they love The way the cowboys do Are there any cowboys left in the good o' U.S.A.? I'm tired of drugstore outlaws from Dallas to L.A. I'm tired of make-believing they're all the things they say Are there really any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? Someone said, "There's Tiny," as this big man crossed the street Wearin' leather chaps and Levi's despite the Texas heat Well, he must have read my mind, 'cause he threw some truth my way He said, "Honey, cowboys just ride on when the towns get in our way" Well, then he walked up to the paddock and he grabbed a big red mare And he rode off in the sunset, but you know it just ain't fair That there ain't no room for free men or cowboys in our land You can fence up all the good green earth But you're never gonna change the man Are there any cowboys left in the good o' U.S.A.? I'm tired of drugstore outlaws from Dallas to L.A. I'm tired of make-believing they're all the things they say Are there really any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? Are there really any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.?