Chords for The Highwaymen - The Last Cowboy Song (American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum, 1990)
Tempo:
128.5 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
F#m
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [D] [Am]
[D] This is the last cowboy song, the end of a hundred year [G] waltz.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of
[D] America's loss.
He rides a feedlot, clerks in a market, on weekends selling tobacco and [A] beer.
He dreams tonight, surrounded by fences, but he'll dream tonight of when fences [D] weren't here.
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, and eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt [A] back down.
He took 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 waltz.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of [D] America's loss.
And Remington showed us how he looked on canvas, and Louis L'Amour has told us [A] his tale.
And me and Johnny and Waylon and Chris sing about him, and wish to God we could have ridden [D] his trail.
The old Chisholm trail is covered with concrete now, and they truck him to market in 50 [G] foot rigs.
They roll by his [A] marker and don't even notice, like living and dying was all he ever did.
Another piece of [D] America's loss.
This is the last cowboy song, the end of a hundred [G] year waltz.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of [D] America's loss.
This is the last cowboy song.
[N]
[D] This is the last cowboy song, the end of a hundred year [G] waltz.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of
[D] America's loss.
He rides a feedlot, clerks in a market, on weekends selling tobacco and [A] beer.
He dreams tonight, surrounded by fences, but he'll dream tonight of when fences [D] weren't here.
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, and eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt [A] back down.
He took 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 waltz.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of [D] America's loss.
And Remington showed us how he looked on canvas, and Louis L'Amour has told us [A] his tale.
And me and Johnny and Waylon and Chris sing about him, and wish to God we could have ridden [D] his trail.
The old Chisholm trail is covered with concrete now, and they truck him to market in 50 [G] foot rigs.
They roll by his [A] marker and don't even notice, like living and dying was all he ever did.
Another piece of [D] America's loss.
This is the last cowboy song, the end of a hundred [G] year waltz.
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of [D] America's loss.
This is the last cowboy song.
[N]
Key:
D
A
G
F#m
Am
D
A
G
[F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _
[D] This is the last cowboy song, _ _ _ _ the end of a hundred year [G] _ waltz. _ _
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of _
[D] America's loss. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
He _ rides a feedlot, _ _ clerks in a market, on weekends selling _ tobacco and [A] beer.
_ _ _ He dreams tonight, _ surrounded by fences, but he'll dream tonight of when fences [D] weren't here. _ _ _ _
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, _ and eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt [A] back down. _
_ _ He took 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 waltz. _ _ _
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing _ along, another piece of _ [D] America's loss. _ _ _
And Remington showed us how he looked on canvas, and Louis L'Amour has told us [A] his tale. _
_ And me and Johnny and Waylon and Chris sing about him, _ _ _ and wish to God we could have ridden [D] his trail. _ _ _ _
_ _ The old Chisholm trail is covered with concrete now, and they truck him to market in 50 [G] foot rigs.
They roll by his [A] marker and don't even notice, _ like living and dying was all he ever did.
Another piece of _ [D] America's loss. _ _ _ _
This is the last cowboy song, _ _ _ the end of a hundred [G] year _ waltz. _
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing _ along, another piece of _ [D] America's loss. _ _ _ _
This is the last cowboy song. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[D] This is the last cowboy song, _ _ _ _ the end of a hundred year [G] _ waltz. _ _
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing along, another piece of _
[D] America's loss. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
He _ rides a feedlot, _ _ clerks in a market, on weekends selling _ tobacco and [A] beer.
_ _ _ He dreams tonight, _ surrounded by fences, but he'll dream tonight of when fences [D] weren't here. _ _ _ _
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, _ and eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt [A] back down. _
_ _ He took 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 waltz. _ _ _
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing _ along, another piece of _ [D] America's loss. _ _ _
And Remington showed us how he looked on canvas, and Louis L'Amour has told us [A] his tale. _
_ And me and Johnny and Waylon and Chris sing about him, _ _ _ and wish to God we could have ridden [D] his trail. _ _ _ _
_ _ The old Chisholm trail is covered with concrete now, and they truck him to market in 50 [G] foot rigs.
They roll by his [A] marker and don't even notice, _ like living and dying was all he ever did.
Another piece of _ [D] America's loss. _ _ _ _
This is the last cowboy song, _ _ _ the end of a hundred [G] year _ waltz. _
[A] The voices sound sad as they're singing _ along, another piece of _ [D] America's loss. _ _ _ _
This is the last cowboy song. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _