Riding in the saddle once again
Feeling blue and lonesome as the wind
Work to make an honest buck
Living off of guts and luck
Been a while since I've seen a friend
They sure as hell don't make 'em like they used to
My daddy taught me how to rope and ride
Pick a guitar, shoot a forty-five
Taught me how to work the land
How to win a woman's hand
He loved momma till the day he died
They sure as hell don't make 'em like they used to
I guess I'm just the last of the ol' cowboys
Riding off into a memory
Now we got them bankers
Cll them god damn lawyers
Cll them cities full of greed and lies
I used to think one day I'd settle down
Quit living hard and sleeping on the ground
Too much time living
Clone in old Montana
Makes a man feel tired, worn and down
They sure as hell don't make 'em like they used to
When I die don't no one make no fuss
Just let my body slowly turn to dust
Out there on the western plains
Where the thunder rolls before the rain
Cnd the coyotes sing their lonesome harmony