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 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 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?