You've been up in that saddle so long
The West that they said that you won
Has been lost for some time
The young man you were has grown old
The trail you've been blazing's gone cold
As the West Texas night

Too stubborn and stuck in your ways
To ever let go of those reins

So where, oh, where, oh
Will you go, vaquero
Now that your Cuervo's run dry?
There ain't no more fences
That need no more mending
There ain't no more cattle to drive
The sunset you're chasing
Is changing and fading
And leaving your shadow behind
So where, oh, where, oh
Will you go, vaquero
'Cause you're the last of your kind?

You've been thrown from your pony before
But the getting back up anymore
Is more habit than thrill
You ain't ever been scared to die
But you're scared to death of being alive
While your way of life is killed

Somewhere there's a lone whippoorwill
That's singing

Where, oh, where, oh
Will you go, vaquero
Now that your Cuervo's run dry?
There ain't no more fences
That need no more mending
There ain't no more horses to ride
The sunset you're chasing
Is changing and fading
And leaving your shadow behind
So where, oh, where, oh
Will you go, vaquero
'Cause you're the last of your kind?

So where, oh, where, oh
Will you go, vaquero
'Cause you're the last of your kind?