| 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 nights |
| He told me they cheated he told me they stole |
| The strength from his youth and the songs from his soul |
| He said he was family till he got too old |
| And he called them miners mother load finders |
| Digging so deep in search of more gold |
| Oh where are the cowboys and the home on the range |
| Does anyone know that they’ve killed Jesse James |
| Now the good guys on TV seem bad ain’t it strange |
| And the old Nashville cowboys missed out on the change |
| The old cowboy’s life now is gone with the past |
| Like whiskey he drank it all went out too fast |
| He didn’t know how to make each swallow last |
| And the head waitress won’t be back to fill up his glass |
| Oh where are the cowboys and the home on the range |
| Does anyone know that they’ve killed Jesse James |
| Is anyone listening or is everyone blind |
| And old Nashville cowboys will sing for a dime |
| And hard times are cheap at the end of the line |