Rock Killough



The old Nashville cowboy

Was burdened with time

He was bent by his years

And the fight with the wine

With a head full of music

And an old nursery rhyme

A heart full of sadness

And dark sunken eyes



He told me they'd cheated

He told me they'd stole

The strength from his youth

And the songs from his soul

He said he was family

Until he got too old

He called them miners

And Mother Lode finders

Diggin' so deep in search

Of more gold



Oh where are the cowboys

And the home on the range

Does anyone know that they've killed Jesse James

Now the good guys on TV seem bad

Ain't it strange

And the old Nashville cowboys

Missed out on the change



The old cowboy's life now

Is gone with the past

Like the whiskey he drank

It all went down too fast

He didn't know how to make each swallow last

And his waitress won't be back to fill up his glass



Oh where are the cowboys

And the home on the range

Does anyone know that they've killed Jesse James

Is anyone listenin'

Or is everyone blind

Them old Nashville cowboys will sing for a time



And hard times are cheap

At the end of the line