The cowboy´s lady is crying tonight because the cowboy is out on the range
Running and rambling and chasing some stray and good cowboys don´t ever change
I tried to hold him in the home corral, but the grasses were greener outside

So I´m going to sit here in front of this door
And I´ve loaded up my cowboy´s forty-four
When the smoke clears there´ll be a new brand on his eyes

This is my cowboy´s last ride
Oh I hate to see him go but I won´t be staying home crying
I hate to watch him die but this is my cowboy´s last ride

Cowboy remembers the old trails we rode and he´s back in the saddle tonight
This time I´m letting the home fires burn out and I´m leaving when I blow out his light
Because I still remember good watering holes and the places that are open and wide
And I have decided he won´t put me down a filly should be free for horsing around

And I will no longer be hobbled and tied

This is my cowboy´s last ride
Oh I hate to see him go but I won´t be staying home crying
I hate to watch him die but this is my cowboy´s last ride