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, yeah

The dirt on his neck, rough edges and all

Is 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