[Verse 1]
G Em7
It might seem old fashioned, swinging on this porch
D G Cadd9
Staring at a million stars, most people just ignore
G Em7
We scrape out a living, working dawn 'til dusk
D G Cadd9
Someimes it feels that this whole world's forgotten folks like us
[Chorus]
G D
Still a few cowboys around, still a few train whistle towns
Em Cadd9
Still a few churches with steeples, full of good God fearing people
G D Em
There's still a few hearts running wild, living like it's going out of style
Cadd9 G Cadd9 D
Oh there ain't too many left like me and you, but there's still a few
[Verse 2]
G Em
Ford shut down the factory, the bank took the Bailey's farm
D G Cadd9
'Round here we just get tougher, when times get hard
G Em
It might be naive to think each other's all we need
D G Cadd9
But that's what I believe babe, we may be a dying breed
[Chorus]
G D
Still a few cowboys around, still a few train whistle towns
Em Cadd9
Still a few churches with steeples, full of good God fearing people
G D Em
There's still a few hearts running wild, living like it's going out of style
Cadd9 G Cadd9 D
Oh there ain't too many left like me and you, but there's still a few