Last of the Sunshine Cowboys
His clothes were all dusty
His pickup all rusty
His old hat was tattered and stained
Like me and the others, we pulled down the covers
To escape from the West Texas rain
Rode the rodeo circuit ‘til he was too old to work it
He stopped it, he started to roam.
Reliving old stories of a cowboy’s past glories,
The back of his truck was his home.
He’s the last of the Sunshine Cowboy’s
He’s the last of a vanishing breed
He’s the last of the drifting cowboys
He’s the last of the tumblin’ weeds
With an old Martin guitar on the fender of my car
The songs drifted back through his life
Old friends and cow towns, ladies in long gowns,
His girlfriend, his women, his wife.
A friend to confide in, that old dog beside him
He fought back the tears when he said,
“There used to be others, we were all just like brothers
But now most of my friends are dead.”
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