Lyrics

2001 Market Research Music (BMI)

Words & Music by Kevin Robinson



I'm a beat-up old cowboy, on a beat-up old horse;

My life it ain't easy, and it's just gettin' worse.

I can't find my glasses, and I can't chew my steak,

And I can't spend the money that I can't seem to make.



Chorus



John Wayne was a hell of a cowboy

But John Wayne isn=t here anymore

John Wayne rode off in the sunset

Like all the old cowboys who went on before



It come on me sudden, from out of the blue,

A long list of things I could no longer do.

I used to be handsome and virile and lean,

And now where my hair was there's only a sheen.



I used to have women; I used to have dough;

I used to have invites where most folks can't go.

I used to sing ballads that made strong men weep,

But now I've arthritis and snore in my sleep.



There's times in this life when a man must be strong,

But my back's bent and creaky and my will is all gone.

My truck, it ain't running, and my dog, he won't bite,

And my stomach's all flabby where it used to be tight.



So I'll just put it this way, no sense to pretend;

I'm nobody's hero and I'm nearing the end.

I'm a beat up old cowboy, as I've already said,

But at least I'm still standing...and John Wayne is dead.