in a little texas town at a bar by the rodeo grounds you can see him ridin in every saturday night well there ain t no hitchin post but his horse has got so old he d stay in front of that bar if he stayed all night he sits on the same ol stool watchin the boys play pool holdin a can of pearl beer in his calloused hand we don t know how old he is he never had no wife or kids but they say he never backed down from any man he once had spurs that jingled jangled he once had girls that loved to tango with a handsome young cowboy so long and so tall it s been years but i m sure he recalls them all he s never owned a suit and there s holes in both his boots but he don t give a damn unless it rains well he lives his life that way but he still recalls the days when every cowboy in texas knew his name and holdin up his faded jeans is a belt we ve all seen it s the only thing he owns that still looks new he just wears it saturday night so that belt buckle still shines bright it says all around cowboy 42 he once had spurs that jingled jangled he once had girls that loved to tango with a handsome young cowboy so long and so tall it s been years but i m sure he recalls them all now midnight he s always stoned and most of the crowd s gone home and he rides his old horse to the rodeo grounds well he closes his eyes and hears a million rodeo fans cheer but he don t know he s the last cowboy in town he once had spurs that jingled jangled he once had girls that loved to tango with a handsome young cowboy so long and so tall it s been years but i m sure he recalls them all he once had spurs that jingled jangled he once had girls that loved to tango with a handsome young cowboy so long and so tall it s been years but i m sure he recalls them all he once had spurs that jingled jangled he once had girls that loved to tango