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
Come rolling 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 snortin' cocaine
When the honky-tonk's all closed
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 creepin' up on the land
Where the cattle graze and an old gray barn still stands
Are there any more real cowboys in this land
Are there any more real cowboys in this land