Cowboy Hall Of Fame - Jimmy Webb

With a thin high crack of leather, a flash of silver spurs

The horseman comes, to hoof beat drums, the restless wanderer

Look quickly when he passes, look quickly if you can

You just might see the last Amer-ican

He’s riding o’er the far horizon without fear or shame

So tip your hat and don’t forget his name

It’s written in the Cowboy Hall of Fame

He might be a rustler or he might be the law

He may go down in history as quickest on the draw

Or he may be a wrangler who’s quicker with a song

All you little daw-gies git along

No two bit tinhorn gambler’s gonna cheat him in a game

He’d rather take his poke and stake a claim

On a rancho in the Cowboy Hall of Fame

Ride free — forever on the unfenced open range

All the way to California and the sea

But keep your powder dry and never change

He’s a-ridin' down in Texas, he’s on the Chisholm Trail

He’ll go through old New Mexico stand fast and never fail

He’s out in the Missouri Breaks, he’s down in Monterey

Look quickly 'cos he just went that away

And he’s going to Oklahoma trailing dust and shooting flames

A man that only God himself could tame

To hang his saddle in the Cowboy Hall of Fame

To hang his saddle in the Cowboy Hall of Fame