Next to the Last Romantic

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.