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The Last Cowboy Song

Key: D

Introduction:

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                       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
Verse 1:(Waylon Jennings)
                         D 
                He rides the feed lots,works in a market
                                                                               A 
                On weekend selling tobacco and beer
                He dreams of tommorrow surrounded by fences
                                                                                                                 D 
                But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here
Verse 2:(Kris Kristofferson)
                       D 
                He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
                                                                                                   A 
                And eyeball to eyeball old Wyatt backed down
                He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
                                                                                                         D 
                And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down
Chorus.
                       D 
                Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
                                                                             A 
                And Louis Lamour told us his tale
                Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him
                                                                                                       D 
                And wish to God we could have ridden his trail
Verse 4:(spoken-Johnny Cash) and the three others sing the chorus.
                       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.

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