This the last cowboy song

The end of a hundred year waltz

The voices sound sad as they're singin' along

Another piece of America's lost

He rides the feed lots clerks in the markets

On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer

And his dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences

But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here

He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark

And eyeball to eyeball old Wyatt backed down

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas

And rode with the 7th when Custer went down

This the last cowboy song

The end of a hundred year waltz

The voices sound sad as they're singin' along

Another piece of America's lost

Remmington showed us how he looked on canvas

And Louis Lamour has told us his tale

Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him

And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

（Johnny Cash Verse Spoken Over ）

The old Chisolm trail is covered in concrete now

They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs

They roll by his markings and don't even notice

Like living and dying was all he ever did

This the last cowboy song

The end of a hundred year waltz

The voices sound sad as they're singin' along

Another piece of America's lost

This the last cowboy song

The end of a hundred year waltz

The voices sound sad as they're singin' along

Another piece of America's lost

To Fade