He rode a golden horse with a golden heart A forty-five strapped on his hip I was twelve years old when he pa**ed on Sometimes I think that he still lives Chorus: He was the last cowboy in Oklahoma The last true pioneer's son He was the last cowboy in Oklahoma Never be another one When I was old enough to hold a gun He taught me how to ride and shoot And I was proud that I was his grandson But could I ever fill the boots? Repeat Chorus Bridge: He said to work that gun 'til it's a part of your own hand Don't hesitate to defend your family or your land Oh' and I tried to hang on to every word he said to me So he wouldn't have to be. oh, oh, oh Repeat Chorus Never be another one. Never be another one. Or am I the only one?