BRIAN BURNS lyrics : "The Last Living Cowboy"
As an Airflow Jet Chrysler glides by.
He sits alone behind the Custerdome
And watches the lights in the sky.
Oh, this was the wide-open prairie,
And these were the outskirts of town
Before they paved over the creeks and the dirt roads
And tore all the honky-tonks down.
He's the last living cowboy,
He's a lost and lonesome refugee,
Singin' whatever spirits ride through here tonight,
Here's to my compadres and me.
Wide-open spaces are yesterday's news
As the world reaches out to touch the stars,
And all of the good things a Texan once knew
Went out with the third world war.
He fades to a dream as the satellite sings
To the words of an old troubador,
And it takes him away on a bright summer day
To a world that isn't turning anymore.
He's the last living cowboy,
He's a lost and lonesome refugee,
Singin' whatever spirits ride through here tonight,
Here's to my compadres and me.
Out in the west there's a stillness tonight
As he lays down to rest his weary mind,
Strange music and laughter drift out of a lonely room
From a better place in time.
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