Riding down the highways, last cowboy on the road,
Trucker's tales and stories, in the moonlight they're told.
Through the neon city lights, and the desert's dusty glow,
I'm the last cowboy standing, where the wild winds blow.

Crossing state lines, chasing dreams in my rig,
Every mile I travel, another story digs.
From coast to coast, I roam these endless trails,
In this concrete jungle, where courage never fails.

Riding down the highways, last cowboy on the road,
Trucker's tales and stories, in the moonlight they're told.
Through the neon city lights, and the desert's dusty glow,
I'm the last cowboy standing, where the wild winds blow.

With my boots on the pedal, and the wind in my hair,
I navigate the chaos, with a fearless stare.
Through the stormy nights, and the burning sun's blaze,
I keep rolling on, in this modern-day maze.

Riding down the highways, last cowboy on the road,
Trucker's tales and stories, in the moonlight they're told.
Through the neon city lights, and the desert's dusty glow,
I'm the last cowboy standing, where the wild winds blow.

From the Rockies to the plains, I've seen it all,
From the rise of dawn, to the night's dark fall.
I'm the last of my kind, a lone ranger in the fray,
But I'll keep riding free, until my dying day.

Riding down the highways, last cowboy on the road,
Trucker's tales and stories, in the moonlight they're told.
Through the neon city lights, and the desert's dusty glow,
I'm the last cowboy standing, where the wild winds blow.