Lyrics

6. Tomorrow's Cowboy
He was tomorrow's cowboy, riding on yesterday's steed / The Lone Ranger badge he wore proudly on his chest, protect the West / The old West around him was changing; much of the wildness was gone / New people and places seemed to crowd him, for the Wild West was his home.

Chorus: He loved the open rangeland; he loved the white face cattle / He loved to feel the wind on his face / And he sang about the prairie; he sang about the coyotes / He sang about the rivers and the streams of the West.

He was just a six year old cowboy, riding his broomstick steed / He learned to love Wild West places from cowboy sage and storybook page / Once he asked about all of the grownups; do they all care about the land? / Do they care about tomorrow's cowboys they need a place, an open space Chorus

Now a lonesome and grown-up cowboy, seven decades in his eyes / From childhood days, the old home place, quiet mornings, and summer skies / His dreams now are mostly a memory of a time all cowboys were free / And he thinks about tomorrow's cowboys; will they have a place, an open space? Chorus, present tense