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CThis is the last cowboy songFThe end of a hundred year waltzG7The music is sad as they're singing alongCAnother piece of America's lost He rides a feed lot and clerks in a marketG7On weekends selling tobacco and beer His days are spent surrounded by fencesCBut he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here The Old Chisholm Trail is covered by concreteG7They drive 'em to market in fifty foot rigs They’ll roll by his graveside and they don’t even noticeCLike living and dying was all that he did Repeat #1 x2