This is the last cowboy song   The end of a hundred year Waltz   The voices sound sad as they're singin' along   Another piece of America's lost      He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets   On weekends sellin' 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, old Wyatt backed down   He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas   And rode with the 7th when Custer went down      This is the last cowboy song   The end of a hundred year Waltz   The voices sound sad as they're singin' along   Another piece of America's lost      Remington showed us how he looked on canvas   And Louis Lamour has told us his tale   Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him   And wish to God, we could have ridden his trail      This is the last cowboy song   The end of a hundred year Waltz   The voices sound sad as they're singin' along   Another piece of America's lost      This is the last cowboy song   The end of a hundred year Waltz   The voices sound sad as they're singin' along   Another piece of America's lost      This is the last cowboy song   The end of a hundred year Waltz