D
This is the last cowboy song 
                             G
The end of a hundred year waltz
      A
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
                            D
Another piece of America is lost

    D
He rides the feed lots,works in a market
                               A
On weekend selling tobacco and beer
   A
He dreams of tommorrow surrounded by fences
                                               D
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here

   D
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
                                        A
And eyeball to eyeball old Wyatt backed down
    A
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
                                           D
And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down

   D
This is the last cowboy song 
                             G
The end of a hundred year waltz
      A
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
                            D
Another piece of America is lost

   D
Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
                             A
And Louis Lamour told us his tale
   A
Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him
                                         D
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

    D
The old chisom trail is covered in concrete
                                      G
They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs
     A
They roll by his graveside and don't even notice
                                       D
Like living and dieing was all he ever did

[Chorus]
   D
This is the last cowboy song 
                             G
The end of a hundred year waltz
      A
The voices sound sad as they're singing along
                            D
Another piece of America is lost