Из альбома: Restless Rubes
I hang out in the field nearly every day of my life
Never made a friend and I never took a wife.
But the grass is sometimes greener
on the other side.
And I never took a ride.
I'm still around.
Loneliness, loneliness hollows a heart
Spurns and neglects it till it falls apart
And I'm the last
The last cowboy
Guess I'm the last of the cowboys
Last in the line of an old noble breed
Filtered through time till it ends up with me
But who can you blame?
And who would believe?
That the birds in the trees all have
someone, but not me
Hey, the birds in the trees all have
someone, but not me
Would I make it home if I never sleep?
Could I make it home if I never sleep?
Out in the field I roam
Through the green grass I call home
And it's not where I belong
I'm the last of the cowboys
Don't you know I'm the last of the cowboys.