The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time   He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine   With a head full of music and an old nursery rhyme   A heart full of sadness and dark sunken nights      He told me, they've cheated, he told me they stole   The strength from his youth and the songs from his soul   He said he was family till he got too old   And he called them miners, mother lode finders   Digging so deep in search of more gold      Oh, where are the cowboys and the home on the range?   Does anyone know that they've killed Jesse James?   Now the good guys on TV seem bad, ain't it strange?   And the old Nashville cowboys missed out on the change      The old cowboy's life now is gone with the past   Like the whiskey he drank it all went down too fast   He didn't know how to make each swallow last   And the head waitress won't be back to fill up his glass      Oh, where are the cowboys and the home on the range?   Does anyone know that they've killed Jesse James?   Is anyone listening or is everyone blind?   Them old Nashville cowboys will sing for a dime   And hard times are cheap at the end of the line