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I hang out in the field nearly every day of my lifeNever made a friend and I never took a wife.But the grass is sometimes greeneron the other side.And I never took a ride.I'm still around.Loneliness, loneliness hollows a heartSpurns and neglects it till it falls apartAnd I'm the lastThe last cowboyGuess I'm the last of the cowboysLast in the line of an old noble breedFiltered through time till it ends up with meBut who can you blame?And who would believe?That the birds in the trees all havesomeone, but not meHey, the birds in the trees all havesomeone, but not meWould I make it home if I never sleep?Could I make it home if I never sleep?Out in the field I roamThrough the green grass I call homeAnd it's not where I belongI'm the last of the cowboysDon't you know I'm the last of the cowboys. From Letras Mania