Lyrics:

1980 album Ed Bruce
Writer(s): Ed Bruce

CHORUS:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of the hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost

He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market
On weekends selling 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, Ol' Wyatt backed down
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down

CHORUS:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of the hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost

Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
And Louie L'Amore has told us his tale
And Willie and Waylon and me sing about him
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

(This is the last cowboy song...)
The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now
And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
They blow by his marker, never slowing to read
Like living and dying was all he did

CHORUS: (Willie)
This is the last cowboy song
The end of the hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost

CHORUS:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of the hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost

[ guitar ]

CHORUS:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of the hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost

This is the last cowboy song