Cowboys Last Song

	  		
   D 
This is the last cowboy song  
                             G 
The end of a hundred year waltz 
      A 
The voices sound sad as they're singing along 
                            D 
Another piece of America is lost
 

    D 
He rides the feed lots,works in a market 
                               A 
On weekend selling tobacco and beer 
   A 
He dreams of tommorrow surrounded by fences 
                                               D 
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here 

   D 
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark 
                                        A 
And eyeball to eyeball old Wyatt backed down 
    A 
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas 
                                           D 
And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down 

   D 
This is the last cowboy song  
                             G 
The end of a hundred year waltz 
      A 
The voices sound sad as they're singing along 
                            D 
Another piece of America is lost 


   D 
Remington showed us how he looked on canvas 
                             A 
And Louis Lamour told us his tale 
   A 
Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him 
                                         D 
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail 

    D 
The old chisom trail is covered in concrete 
                                      G 
They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs 
     A 
They roll by his graveside and don't even notice 
                                       D 
Like living and dieing was all he ever did 

   D 
This is the last cowboy song  
                             G 
The end of a hundred year waltz 
      A 
The voices sound sad as they're singing along 
                            D 
Another piece of America is lost