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THE LAST COWBOY
© Dan Sullivan 2012


Billy lived in New Jersey
And there ain’t many cowboys there
And the ones that are left are just replicas
And that ain’t the way to learn best
So he saved up most of the money
The mill traded for his sweat
And with a pack on his back and an old cowboy hat
Billy headed it West

He thumbed his way to Dodge City
What he saw nearly broke his heart
Not a cowboy around just another ghost town
And barely a memory left
Shifting South through the burnin’
Texas panhandle plains
Dreaming of Albuquerque
And finding it just the same

Billy had never heard of
Quixote’s reckless scheme
But he was just as determined
Chasing his cowboy dream

In a broken down bar in Phoenix
Billy got loaded on beer
And his dreams flickered like the cold neon light
Laughing at him in the mirror
Then a stranger sitting beside him
Said, “Son, you’re the closest thing
To a cowboy I’ve seen since back in the Spring
Of Eighteen and Seventy-Three

“‘Course this bar wasn’t here back then
But there was one just down the road
Where the cowboys came in for whiskey and gin
And anything bought could be sold
“Son, I could tell you some stories
But my memory ain’t the best
“Bartender send down two cowboys a round
There ain’t many of us left.”

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from Sparkplug Bill's Last Run (2012), released July 4, 2012

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Dan Sullivan Kalamazoo, Michigan

Some people like gardening, working on cars or woodworking. Others enjoy knitting, collecting stamps or coins. That kind of thing. I like writing songs.

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