Brian Burns - The Last Living Cowboy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Thunder comes down through the backstreets of town
As an Airflow Jet Chrysler glides by
He sits alone behind the Custerdome
And watches the lights in the sky
Oh, this was the wide-open prairie
And these were the outskirts of town
Before they paved over the creeks and the dirt roads
And tore all the honky-tonks down
He's the last living cowboy
He's a lost and lonesome refugee
Singin' whatever spirits ride through here tonight
Here's to my compadres and me
Wide-open spaces are yesterday's news
As the world reaches out to touch the stars
And all of the good things a Texan once knew
Went out with the third world war
He fades to a dream as the satellite sings
To the words of an old troubador
And it takes him away on a bright summer day
To a world that isn't turning anymore
He's the last living cowboy
He's a lost and lonesome refugee
Singin' whatever spirits ride through here tonight
Here's to my compadres and me
Out in the west there's a stillness tonight
As he lays down to rest his weary mind
Strange music and laughter drift out of a lonely room
From a better place in time