You Just Can't See Him From The Road

You don't see him much on the big screen anymore

Kids don't ride along with Roy or Gene

That ain't really him with all those feathers in his hat

And some Frenchman's name embroidered on his jeans

He's still out there riding fences

Still makes a living with his rope

As long as there's a sunset

He'll keep riding for the brand

You just can't see him from the road

He never learned to two-step, hell, he barely learned to walk

He's worn a lot of leather off the tree

He's had one or two good horses he counts among his friends

And he never drew a breath that wasn't free

He's tall in the saddle, short on the cash

The last to quit, the first to buy the beer

He's a knight in leather armor still living by a code

That's made him what he's been a hundred years