(All)

This 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

(Waylon Jennings)

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

(Kris Kristoferson)

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

(All)

This 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

(Willie Nelson)

Remmington 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

(Johnny Cash Verse Spoken Over Chorus:)

The old Chisolm trail is covered in concrete now,
They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs
They roll by his markings and don't even notice,
Like living and dying was all he ever did

(All)

This 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

(All)

This 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

To Fade