Lyrics:

Well he was born a drifter
Dropped off in San Antone
His momma was a Cherokee
Couldn't raise him all alone
And he blew out of the Brazos
Caliche in his veins
Carrying the burden of not knowing his own name
And he's the last of his kind
No quit in his bloodline
Lord knows it's a way of life that's vanishing
When he ain't riding out
His boots are on the ground
His spirit belongs to the wind
That's the cowboy in this Indian
And all day long
He sings his songs
In harmony with the ghost of the canyon
Like hero pride and a warrior's cry
Running together like the colors in his skin
That's the cowboy in this Indian
That's the cowboy in this Indian
Well he don't leave no traces
He treads lightly when he roams
Finds peace upon the ridge when the sun is sinking low
Cause he's the last of his kind
No quit in his bloodline
Lord knows it's a way of life that's vanishing
And when he ain't riding out
His boots are on the ground
His spirit belongs to the wind
That's the cowboy in this Indian
And all day long
He sings his songs
In harmony with the ghost of the canyon
Like hero pride and a warrior's cry
Running together like the colors in his skin
That's the cowboy in this Indian
And all day long
He sings his songs
In harmony with the ghost of the canyon
Like hero pride and a warrior's cry
Running together like the colors in his skin
That's the cowboy in this Indian
Yeah that's the cowboy in this Indian