He's ridin the plains living love to his name    as the next to the last true romantic   he knows that his story is tragic   but he can't rest    till he's next    to you      All the girls know his fame    and the men curse his name    as they talk about him like he's magic   but he's the next to the last true romantic   and he can't rest    till he's next   to you      he's stolen hearts like their horses    and horses when hearts can't be found   he keeps riding from one horse    to one horse to one horse town   (it get's him down)    He knows he's a fool to be caught up with you but   but he's the next to the last true romantic   He can't let go of love once he's had it    and he can't rest    till he's next   to you.      there's always whiskey and women    and women and whiskey around   and he can't tell which is worse    to be dying of thirst or to drown    (that get's him down)   so he smiles throught the pain    and pitches stearling nails and chains      sometimes even we don't know how he stands it   but he's the next to the last true romantic   and he can't rest    till he's next   to you.      and he can't rest    till he's next   to you.