"The Last of the Cowboys" genre: Americana
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	This is a song comparing modern day bikers to cowboys a hundred years ago and about the disappearing open road.
	CD: American Rider: A Biker Opera   Label: Waterloo Credits: Words and Music by Ian Ballard
	Story Behind the Song This song is part of the American Rider: A Biker Opera. Two biker friends are sitting around a campfire and one likens bikers to cowboys. Danny Oberbeck played drums and Lief Frederick played bass. I did all of the guitars and vocals. Lyrics We're the last of the cowboys On our heavy metal horses Riding the range from day to day Lawyers and outlaws and other social misfits When the good times are gone we ride away With our chaps and leathery faces and drinking cheap tequila And saddlebags hanging down on either side The West is slowly shrinking into urban streetlights blinking Running out of places left to hide The Last of the cowboys Rolling along At ninety miles per hour before the West is gone Revving their horses They love to hear that noise The thunder of the last of the cowboys The last of the cowboys From Maine to Monterrey Looking for an endless highway The secret to life is not to die too young But simply to just ride away With tread on your tires and gas in your tank And friends around the campfire at night With freedom giving chase At an ever building pace Running out of highways left to ride Chorus Like a pack of desperados In columns down the line Feeling free as a bird All we have is time Chorus

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