He has a face etched in relief
The face of a saint
The face of a thief
A face that has seen ...
... A lifetime of pain
He's an old fashioned cowboy
With dust in his veins

He's lived and he's breathed
All that life has to give
He thinks fences and houses
Are no way to live
He's an old fashioned cowboy
Still living on the Range
And he'll die in the saddle
Cuz he just can't seem to change

Homerolls and jerky
Are all that he needs
But when he was younger
He found new ground for his seeds
He's fought and he has ridden
With the best you've ever known
But when he dies in the saddle
He will die all alone

He's an old fashioned cowboy
With dust in his veins
An old fashioned cowboy
Cuz he just can't seem to change

He has a face.... etched in relief
The face of a saint ...
... The face... Of  a thief
A face that has seen
A lifetime of pain
He's an old fashioned cowboy
With... Trail Dust
In ....
             .....his....
                     ..   .....veins!