It's Saturday night and the truck is loaded He's headed for the sale barn once again He'll meet Red, and Brent and Billy They are all the best of friends They're telling stories of when they were younger He listens to the tales they bend When all is done and the day is over The lonely cowboy rides again His heart is young but his memories are old He was born 100 years too late The lonely cowboy chases the West Sadly for him it just won't wait He often looks through his tattered collection Of Marlboro ads torn from magazines Sometimes he goes down to the local theatre And watches Pale Riders on the movie screen Yeah at times it seems so unbearable and unfair He just falls apart at the seems The lonely cowboy will someday Ride the plains, yet just in his dreams His heart is young but his memories are old He was born 100 years too late The lonely cowboy chases the West Sadly for him it just won't wait I said his heart is young but his memories are old He was born 100 years too late The lonely cowboy chases the West Sadly for him it just won't wait