Lyrics:

It's Saturday night and the truck is loaded
He's headed for the sale barn once again
He'll meet Red, and Brent and Billy
They are all the best of friends
They're telling stories of when they were younger
He listens to the tales they bend

When all is done and the day is over
The lonely cowboy rides again

His heart is young but his memories are old
He was born 100 years too late
The lonely cowboy chases the West
Sadly for him it just won't wait

He often looks through his tattered collection
Of Marlboro ads torn from magazines
Sometimes he goes down to the local theatre
And watches Pale Riders on the movie screen
Yeah at times it seems so unbearable and unfair
He just falls apart at the seems
The lonely cowboy will someday
Ride the plains, yet just in his dreams

His heart is young but his memories are old
He was born 100 years too late
The lonely cowboy chases the West
Sadly for him it just won't wait

I said his heart is young but his memories are old
He was born 100 years too late
The lonely cowboy chases the West
Sadly for him it just won't wait