The range is gone

the cows are too

now citified

our options few,

So what's a poor cowboy

supposed to do

when his job is gone

and the land is too

 

The ranch is gone

sold off for lots

developers came

then homes popped up,

Now all we see is

malls and shops

the pasture paved

with parking lots

 

There used to be beauty

far as the eye could see

campfires at night

the sunsets free,

Call of the wild

nature's majesty

now all that's gone

just a memory

 

Cowboys get broke

like horses do

end of the trail

his days are through,

The cows came home

weren't nothin' left

the West done died

it's called progress.