Still a Few Cowboys Left

Every day at sundown he rides fences Checking gates and stretching barbwire And after all the holes are mended He lays his head back on his saddle by a fire Sounds like eighteen eighty-nine Listening to the coyote cry Somewhere under that moon tonight There's still a few cowboys left For all the strays that ain't been roped All the broncs that ain't been broke For all the west that ain't been won yet There's still a few cowboys left There's still a few girls out there that want one The dirt on his neck rough edges and all Sometimes hard to love but he won't run That bottle by the bed, whiskey on his breath Boots on the floor and hat hanging on the wall Sounds like eighteen eighty-nine Listening to the coyote cry Somewhere under that moon tonight There's still a few cowboys left For all the strays that ain't been roped All the broncs that ain't been broke For all the west that ain't been won yet There's still a few cowboys left Still a few Cowboys For all the strays that ain't been roped All the broncs that ain't been broke All the songs that ain't been wrote yet There's still a few cowboys left Thank God there's still a few cowboys