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He's the last of the old time cowboys
Sleeps underneath that open sky
He knows all the tricks from the old days
And if something it ain't wrong, then it's right
Spent his days on a horse in a saddle
Spent his nights in a cowboy saloon
Working for the gambling, the whiskey and the women
He threw all his money at the moon
If you listen you will hear
That old coyote howl
A shooting star is burning up the sky
And the whippoorwill is singing
In the branches of a tree
And an old cowboy is turning out the light
He was born when the buffalo roamed the prairie
Roped some longhorns in the wilds of Mexico
Drove herds of cattle, clear up to Montana
He told a thousand different stories when he got old
He's the last of the old time cowboys
Riding out to his last rodeo
And all the saloons and the cowboy hotels
Well they say it's the only way to go
If you listen you will hear
That old coyote howl
A shooting star is burning up the sky
And the whippoorwill is singing
In the branches of a tree
And an old cowboy is turning out the light
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