Are there any more real cowboys

Left out in these hills?

Will the fire hit the iron

One more time?

And will one more dusty pick-up

Coming rolling through down the road

With a load of feed before the sun gets high?

Well I hope that working cowboy never dies.



Not the one that's snortin' cocaine

When the honky-tonk's all closed

But the one that prays for more rain

Heaven knows

That the good feed brings the money

And the money buys the clothes

Not the diamond sequins shining on TV

But the kind the working cowboy really needs.



Are there any more country families

Still working hand in hand

Trying hard to stay together

And make a stand?

While the rows and rows and rows of houses

Come creepin' up on the land

Where the cattle graze and an old grey barn still stands

Are there any more real cowboys in this land?

Are there any more real cowboys in this land?