Alone and confused he just rode in silence
His cattle had drifted to the four winds
No longer did he have the will to give chase
And for once he regretted he had no wife or kids
He was a cowpoke by trade and knew nothing more
But for fifty years he was regarded as the king
Scores of cowboys had ridden and given their lives
And in the old days it was his tales that they would sing
Time did move on and the range disappeared
Modern technology eliminated the need for a cattle drive
He soon found less and less need for his services
With progress came changes and no more need to ride
So now he just sat on his tired old horse
A barbed wire fence barring his entrance to heaven
He simply shed a single tear as a car sped by
No more would there be a time when men were just men
