Lyrics:

Are there any more real cowboys
Left out in these hills?
Will the fire hit the iron one more time?
And will one more dusty pick-up
Coming rollin' down the road
With a load of feed before the sun gets high?
Well, I hope that working cowboy never dies

Not the one that's snorting cocaine
When the honky-tonks all close
But the one that prays for more rain
Heaven knows
That the good feed brings the money
And the money buys the clothes
Not the diamond sequins shining on TV
But the kind the working cowboy really needs


Are there any more country families
Still working hand in hand
Trying hard to stay together and make a stand?
While the rows and rows of houses
Come creeping up on the land
Where the cattle graze and an old grey barn still stands
Are there any more real cowboys in this land?
Are there any more real cowboys in this land?