the last cowboy in town

in a little texas town at a bar by the rodeo grounds

you can see him ridin' in every saturday night

well there ain't no hitchin' post

but his horse has got so old

he'd stay in front of that bar if he stayed all night

he sits on the same 'ol stood

watchin' the boys play pool

holdin' a can of pearl beer in his calloused hand

we don't know how old he is

he never had no wife or kids

but they say he never back down from any man

he once had spurs that jingled jangled

he once had girls that loved to tango

with a handsome young cowboy so long and so tall

well it's been years but i'm sure he recalls them all

he's never owned a suit

and there's holes in both his boots

and he don't give a damn unless it rains

well he lives his life that way

but he still recalls the days

when every cowboy in texas knew his name

and holdin' up his faded jeans

is a belt we've all seen

it's the only thing he owns that still looks new

he just wears it saturday night

so that belt buckle still shines bright

it says all around cowboy 42

now midnight he's always stoned

and most of the crowd's gone home

and he rides his old horse to the rodeo grounds

well he closes his eyes and hears

a million rodeo fans cheer

but he don't know he's the last cowboy in town