Songtext
He's ridin the plains living love to his name
as the next to the last true romantic
he knows that his story is tragic
but he can't rest
till he's next
to you
All the girls know his fame
and the men curse his name
as they talk about him like he's magic
but he's the next to the last true romantic
and he can't rest
till he's next
to you
he's stolen hearts like their horses
and horses when hearts can't be found
he keeps riding from one horse
to one horse to one horse town
(it get's him down)
He knows he's a fool to be caught up with you but
but he's the next to the last true romantic
He can't let go of love once he's had it
and he can't rest
till he's next
to you.
there's always whiskey and women
and women and whiskey around
and he can't tell which is worse
to be dying of thirst or to drown
(that get's him down)
so he smiles throught the pain
and pitches stearling nails and chains
sometimes even we don't know how he stands it
but he's the next to the last true romantic
and he can't rest
till he's next
to you.
and he can't rest
till he's next
to you.
