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 come rolling down the road
With a load of feed before the sun gets high?
Well, I hope that workin' 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
Tryin' 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 gray barn still stands
Are there any more real cowboys in this land?
Are there any more real cowboys in this land?