He¹s riding the plains living up to his name As the next to the last true romantic He knows that his story is tragic But he can¹t rest Til he¹s next To you

All the girls know his fame the men curse his name And they talk about him like he¹s magic But he¹s the next to the last true romantic And he can¹t rest Til he¹s next To you

He¹s stolen hearts like they¹re horses And horses when hearts can¹t be found He keeps riding from one horse to one horse to one horse towns (It gets him downŠ)

He know¹s he¹s a fool to get caught up with you But he¹s the next to the last true romantic He can¹t let go of love once he¹s had it And he can¹t rest Til he¹s next To you

There¹s always whiskey and women and women and whiskey around He can¹t tell which is worse to be dying of thirst or to drown (It gets him downŠ)

So he smiles through the pain he pinch Estelle he dance with Jane Sometimes even he don¹t know how he stands it But he¹s the next to the last true romantic And he can¹t rest Til he¹s next To you