C
This is the last cowboy song
F
The end of a hundred year waltz
G7
The music is sad as they’re singing along
C
Another piece of America’s lost
He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market
G7
On weekends selling tobacco and beer
His days are spent surrounded by fences
C
But he’ll dream tonight of when fences weren’t here
The Old Chisholm Trail is covered by concrete
G7
They drive ’em to market in fifty foot rigs
They’ll roll by his graveside and they don’t even notice
C
Like living and dying was all that he did
Repeat #1 x2
This is the last cowboy song
F
The end of a hundred year waltz
G7
The music is sad as they’re singing along
C
Another piece of America’s lost
He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market
G7
On weekends selling tobacco and beer
His days are spent surrounded by fences
C
But he’ll dream tonight of when fences weren’t here
The Old Chisholm Trail is covered by concrete
G7
They drive ’em to market in fifty foot rigs
They’ll roll by his graveside and they don’t even notice
C
Like living and dying was all that he did
Repeat #1 x2
