Just sharing a little bit of my music.Some written by myself or co-writing with lots of other friends.
Lyrics
The Very Last Cowboy
He watches a jet stream across purple sky
His fences now interstates crossing the great divide
Turbines in the desert paint the progress of man
While the flow of his life is held back by the dams
He knows of some places not yet scarred by man
Where tribes of Cliff Dwellers are living off the land
And a cavern or two which still show the signs
Of paint on the walls from long ago times
But he's the last cowboy riding the last of the range
With a herd of old mem'ries like brands on his brain
Like a dime western novel,he's out of his age
The very last cowboy,on his very last page
There are ghosts of the miners,their camps turned to dust
The abandoned old railroads,have all gone to rust
Those old cattle trails linger on in the sand
Like a lone wolf he strives,against modern demand
He's the last cowboy riding the last of the range
With a herd of old mem'ries,like brands on his brain
A little arthritis and a little old age
The very last cowboy,on his very last page
He just wants to drink water from a clear river run
Sleep in the sage brush,watch the rise of the sun
He's the last cowboy riding the last of the range
With a herd of old mem'ries,like brands on his brain
Like a dime western novel,he's out of his age
The very last cowboy,the last line on the page
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