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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 theyd cheated
He told me theyd 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 theyve killed Jesse James
Now the good guys on TV seem bad
Aint it strange
And the old Nashville cowboys
Missed out on the change
The old cowboys life now
Is gone with the past
Like the whiskey he drank
It all went down too fast
He didnt know how to make each sw*llow last
And his waitress wont be back to fill up his glass
Oh where are the cowboys
And the home on the range
Does anyone know that theyve 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