Skladba

The Last Cowboy

Country

I missed my ride on that old train
It passed a hundred years ago
I’m lonely sittin’ by the campfire
Though it’s just the flames and friends no more
Now there are six kids all around me
From highway tracks that leave no space
No green fields, just concrete houses
The sun can no longer touch my face

So here I go the last cowboy
The stetson low across my eyes
My weary horse’s slowly walking
I can’t ride another mile
So here I go the last cowboy
Rambling through the crowded street
Here I go the last cowboy
He passes without being seen

I took a ride on a wrong train
As it was passing through my dreams
Down dusty roads where cacti grow
Like in some picture book I’ve seen
Where silver sunlight from the blue sky
Dance on the barrel of my gun
I hear a rambling in the distance
It is time for one last ride