Glen Campbell — Cowboy Hall of Fame

With a thin high crack of leather, a flash of silver spurs The horseman comes to hoof beat drums, a restless wanderer Look quickly when he passes, look quickly if you can You just might see the last American He's riding o'er the far horizon without fear or shame So tip your hat and don't forget his name It's written in the Cowboy Hall of Fame He might be a rustler, or he might be the law He may go down in history as 'quickest on the draw' Or he might be a wrangler who's quicker with a song All you little doggies git along No two bit tinhorn gambler's gonna cheat him in a game He'd rather take his poke and stake a claim On a rancho in the Cowboy Hall of Fame Ride free Forever on the unfenced open range All the way to California and the sea But keep your powder dry and never change He's ridin' down in Texas, he's on the Chisholm Trail He'll go through old New Mexico stand fast and never fail He's out in the Missouri Breaks, he's down in Monterey Look quickly 'cos he just went that-a-way And he's going to Oklahoma trailin' dust and shootin' flames A man that only God himself could tame To hang his saddle in the Cowboy Hall of Fame To hang his saddle in the Cowboy Hall of Fame