Highwaymen - The Last Cowboy Song Chords
Tempo:
136.5 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
F#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [E] [D]
This is the last cowboy song, the end of a hundred [Am] year [G] wall.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of [D] America's lull.
He
[Bm] [A] [D] rides the feedlot, clerks in a market, on weekends selling tobacco [A] and beer.
And his dreams of [Em] tomorrow, [A] surrounded by fences, but he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't [D] here.
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, and eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt [A] back down.
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas, and rode with the 7th when Custer [D] went down.
This is the last cowboy song, the end of a hundred [G] year wall.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of [D] America's lull.
Remington showed us how he looked on canvas, and Louis L'Amour has told us [A] his tale.
Me and Johnny and Waylon and Chris sing about him, and wish to God we could have ridden [D] his trail.
The old chiseled trail is covered in concrete, and they truck him to market in 50 [G] foot rigs.
[A] They roll by his market and don't even notice, like living and dying is all we ever did.
[D]
This is the last [G] cowboy [D] song, the end of a hundred year [G] wall.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of America's [D] lull.
[G]
This is the last cowboy song, the end of a hundred [Am] year [G] wall.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of [D] America's lull.
He
[Bm] [A] [D] rides the feedlot, clerks in a market, on weekends selling tobacco [A] and beer.
And his dreams of [Em] tomorrow, [A] surrounded by fences, but he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't [D] here.
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, and eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt [A] back down.
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas, and rode with the 7th when Custer [D] went down.
This is the last cowboy song, the end of a hundred [G] year wall.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of [D] America's lull.
Remington showed us how he looked on canvas, and Louis L'Amour has told us [A] his tale.
Me and Johnny and Waylon and Chris sing about him, and wish to God we could have ridden [D] his trail.
The old chiseled trail is covered in concrete, and they truck him to market in 50 [G] foot rigs.
[A] They roll by his market and don't even notice, like living and dying is all we ever did.
[D]
This is the last [G] cowboy [D] song, the end of a hundred year [G] wall.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of America's [D] lull.
[G]
Key:
D
A
G
F#
E
D
A
G
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This is the last cowboy song, _ _ _ the end of a hundred [Am] year [G] wall. _ _
_ [A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of _ _ [D] America's lull.
_ He _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ rides the feedlot, _ clerks in a market, _ on weekends _ selling _ tobacco [A] and beer.
_ _ _ And his dreams of [Em] tomorrow, _ [A] surrounded by fences, but he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't [D] here. _
He _ _ _ blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, _ and eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt [A] back down. _ _
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas, and rode with the 7th when Custer [D] went down.
_ _ _ _ This is the last cowboy _ song, _ _ _ the end of a hundred [G] year wall. _ _ _ _
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing _ along, another piece of _ _ [D] America's lull. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Remington showed us how he looked on canvas, and Louis L'Amour has told us [A] his tale.
_ _ _ Me and Johnny and Waylon and Chris sing about him, and wish to God we could have ridden [D] his trail. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The old chiseled trail is covered in concrete, _ _ _ and they truck him to market in 50 [G] foot _ rigs.
_ _ [A] They roll by his market and don't even notice, _ like living and dying is all we ever did.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ This is the last [G] cowboy [D] song, _ _ _ the end of a hundred year [G] wall.
_ _ _ [A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, _ another piece of _ America's [D] lull. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F#] _ [E] _ [D] _ _ _ _
This is the last cowboy song, _ _ _ the end of a hundred [Am] year [G] wall. _ _
_ [A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of _ _ [D] America's lull.
_ He _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ rides the feedlot, _ clerks in a market, _ on weekends _ selling _ tobacco [A] and beer.
_ _ _ And his dreams of [Em] tomorrow, _ [A] surrounded by fences, but he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't [D] here. _
He _ _ _ blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, _ and eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt [A] back down. _ _
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas, and rode with the 7th when Custer [D] went down.
_ _ _ _ This is the last cowboy _ song, _ _ _ the end of a hundred [G] year wall. _ _ _ _
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing _ along, another piece of _ _ [D] America's lull. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Remington showed us how he looked on canvas, and Louis L'Amour has told us [A] his tale.
_ _ _ Me and Johnny and Waylon and Chris sing about him, and wish to God we could have ridden [D] his trail. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The old chiseled trail is covered in concrete, _ _ _ and they truck him to market in 50 [G] foot _ rigs.
_ _ [A] They roll by his market and don't even notice, _ like living and dying is all we ever did.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ This is the last [G] cowboy [D] song, _ _ _ the end of a hundred year [G] wall.
_ _ _ [A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, _ another piece of _ America's [D] lull. _ _ _ _ _
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