The cowboy's lady is crying tonight
Cause the cowboy is out on the range
Running and rambling and chasing some stray
And good cowboys don't ever change
I tried to hold him in the home corral
But the grasses were greener outside
So I'm gonna sit here in front of this door
And I've loaded up my cowboy's forty-four
When the smoke clears there'll be
A new brand on his eyes
This is my cowboy's last ride
Oh, oh, oh
I hate to see him go
But I won't be staying home crying
I, I, I
I hate to watch him die
But this is my cowboy's last ride
Cowboy remembers the old trails we rode
And he's back in the saddle tonight
This time I'm letting the home fires burn out
And I'm leaving when I blow out his light
Cause I still remember good watering holes
And the places that are open and wide
And I have decided he won't put me down
A filly should be free for horsing around
And I will no longer be hobbled and tied
This is my cowboy's last ride
Oh, oh, oh
I hate to see him go
But I won't be staying home crying
I, I, I
I hate to watch him die
But this is my cowboy's last ride
This is my cowboy's last ride