G      C            G               C                    G

Are there any more real Cowboys - left out in these hills

                                                   D 

Will the fire hit the iron one more time.

               G              C     G                       C                      G 

And will one more dusty pick-ups - come rolling down the road

            Am                  C                      D

With a load of feed before the sun gets high

            Am                       C                    D 

Well I hope that working Cowboy never dies.

Not the one that snortin' Cocaine - when the Honky Tonks all close

But the one that prays for more rain, heaven knows.

And the good feed brings the money - and the money buys the clothes

Not the diamond sequence shining on T.V.

But the kind of working Cowboy redlly needs.

Instrumental

Are there any more Country families - still working hand in hand

Tryin' hard to stay together and make a stand.

While there are rows and rows of houses - come creeping 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.