Intro.: |(G) |(G) |(G) |(G) |(G) |(D) |(G) |(G) |
[Verse 1]
[G]He turned 87 on the 2nd day of June.
In case nobody's countin' Son, that's m[D]any a moon.
You'll fi[G]nd him down on Main Street. That's wh[C]ere he likes to walk.
It's worth the pr[G]ice of admission just to h[D]ear that old man t[G]alk.
[Chorus]
He's the l[G]ast livin' cowboy in this town.
He rode off into the sunset, yet naw, [D]he's still kickin' round.
You'll f[G]ind him halfway liquored up on C[C]addo County shine,
Or a[G]ll the way dr[D]unk half the t[G]ime.
[Verse 2]
He's got [G]40 head of cattle down on Turkey creek.
There's always some old stray dog round the ca[D]bin at his feet.
His fa[G]mily left for California ba[C]ck in '29.
When it was t[G]wo bits for the whiskey, and tob[D]acco was a d[G]ime.
[Chorus]
He's the l[G]ast livin' cowboy in this town.
He rode off into the sunset, yet naw, [D]he's still kickin' round.
You'll f[G]ind him halfway liquored up on C[C]addo County shine,
Or a[G]ll the way dr[D]unk half the t[G]ime.
[Bridge]
Keeps a ja[B7]ck knife in his pocket and pi[C]stol in his boot.
I've he[G]ard a lot of stories, but I've ne[D]ver seen him shoot.
A '[B7]60 model pickup's all I've e[C]ver seen him drive.
[A]He 'aint rode a horse since the d[D]ay ole Bully died.
[Chorus]
He's the l[G]ast livin' cowboy in this town.
He rode off into the sunset, yet naw, [D]he's still kickin' round.
You'll f[G]ind him halfway liquored up on C[C]addo County shine,
Or a[G]ll the way dr[D]unk half the t[G]ime.
Yeah, you'll f[G]ind him halfway liquored up on C[C]addo County shine,
Or a[G]ll the way dr[D]unk half the t[G]ime
[Verse 1]
[G]He turned 87 on the 2nd day of June.
In case nobody's countin' Son, that's m[D]any a moon.
You'll fi[G]nd him down on Main Street. That's wh[C]ere he likes to walk.
It's worth the pr[G]ice of admission just to h[D]ear that old man t[G]alk.
[Chorus]
He's the l[G]ast livin' cowboy in this town.
He rode off into the sunset, yet naw, [D]he's still kickin' round.
You'll f[G]ind him halfway liquored up on C[C]addo County shine,
Or a[G]ll the way dr[D]unk half the t[G]ime.
[Verse 2]
He's got [G]40 head of cattle down on Turkey creek.
There's always some old stray dog round the ca[D]bin at his feet.
His fa[G]mily left for California ba[C]ck in '29.
When it was t[G]wo bits for the whiskey, and tob[D]acco was a d[G]ime.
[Chorus]
He's the l[G]ast livin' cowboy in this town.
He rode off into the sunset, yet naw, [D]he's still kickin' round.
You'll f[G]ind him halfway liquored up on C[C]addo County shine,
Or a[G]ll the way dr[D]unk half the t[G]ime.
[Bridge]
Keeps a ja[B7]ck knife in his pocket and pi[C]stol in his boot.
I've he[G]ard a lot of stories, but I've ne[D]ver seen him shoot.
A '[B7]60 model pickup's all I've e[C]ver seen him drive.
[A]He 'aint rode a horse since the d[D]ay ole Bully died.
[Chorus]
He's the l[G]ast livin' cowboy in this town.
He rode off into the sunset, yet naw, [D]he's still kickin' round.
You'll f[G]ind him halfway liquored up on C[C]addo County shine,
Or a[G]ll the way dr[D]unk half the t[G]ime.
Yeah, you'll f[G]ind him halfway liquored up on C[C]addo County shine,
Or a[G]ll the way dr[D]unk half the t[G]ime
