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with Neil Young
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 comin' 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
harmonica
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
