Are there any more real cowboys
Left out in these hills?
Will the fire hit the iron
One more time?

And will one more dusty pickup
Come rolling down the road
With a load of feed before the sun gets high
Well I hope that working cowboy never dies

Not the one that's snortin' cocaine
When the honky tonk's all closed
But the one that prays for more rain
Heaven knows

That the good feed brings the money
And the money buys the clothes
Not the diamond sequins shining on tv
But the kind the working cowboy really needs

Are there any more country families still working hand in hand
Trying hard to stay together and make a stand
Well the rows and rows of houses come creepin' up on the land
Where the cattle graze and old grey barn still stands

Are there any more real cowboys in this land
Are there any more real cowboys in this land