Lyrics

I’m sitting here at home listening to the radio
Turnin the dial looking for the Opry Show
I can find hip hop, pop rock, and even pop tarts
But nothing for this old cowboy sitting alone at home

So I get out my six string
With the memories that it brings
And start strumming some chords
Thinking about my old Chevy’s and Fords

I’m just an old cowboy singing this song
Trying to get by in a world I don’t belong
And if you hear me singing on the radio
I hope you’ll tell me
Cause I’ll probably be the last to know

Just an old cowboy singing this song
Trying to get by in a world I don’t belong

I’m thinking about some good times
Back in a different world
When I’d spend Saturday Nights
Singin to my favorite girl

I’m from up in the mountains and the holler
Where my family and friends are all blue collar
I used to live on the other side of the railroad tracks
Sometime I think I should probably go back

I’m just an old cowboy singing this song
Trying to get by in a world I don’t belong
And if you hear me singing on the radio
I hope you’ll tell me
Cause I’ll probably be the last to know

Just an old cowboy singing this song
Trying to get by in a world I don’t belong

One day I tried to be modern
Listened to that hard rock with all that hollerin

I even played an old country record backwards
Track by track
And all I heard was that cowboy
Getting his house, his wife, and his favorite dog back

So I guess I’m not ready for that rock and roll
I guess I’m just an old cowboy down to the bottom of my soul

© 2025 Words and Music by William Fred Thompson