This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound I was blind, but now I see That saved a wreck like me I once was lost, though now I'm found When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun We've no less days to sing God's praise Then when, when

Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines It's time for us to take a chance If you talk, you better walk With more than good hooks While you're

You're alright but I'm here, darling, to enjoy the party I could stick around and get along with you, hello It doesn't really mean that I'm into you, hello I just came to say hello, hello, hello, hello I'm not the kinda girl to get messed up with you,

Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be And if you give a damn Take me baby or leave me Every single day I walk down the street I hear people say, "Baby so sweet" Ever since puberty Everybody stares at me

You are the song that I sing You are the four seasons of my life But maybe tomorrow You'll change your mind girl Maybe tomorrow You'll come back to my arms girl You are the book that I read each day (Gonna sing it to you) The way you do baby

Don't be cruel It's takin' all of me to love someone like you Runnin' round 1, 2, 3 clock in the mornin' I'm halfway to losing my mind Am I suppose to close my eyes and fall asleep when you're not home? Cause I wanna believe you, but I wonder if you're

Sing your least favorurite song At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh) I'll go out, grow my hair too long I'll go out, kiss all of your friends Make a story and pretend It was me who made this end (oh, oh, oh) And I don't wanna be locked out I don't wanna

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways