G#
He's riding the plains living up to his name
       C#                         G#
As the next to the last true romantic
   C#                         G#
He knows that his story is tragic
             A#m
But he can't rest
         D#
Til he's next
   G#
To you


        G#
All the girls know his fame the men curse his name
         C#                        G#
And they talk about him like he's magic
             C#                         G#
But he's the next to the last true romantic
             A#m
And he can't rest
         D#
Til he's next
   G#
To you


            C#
He's stolen hearts like they're horses
    C#  C#        C#      C#        G#
And horses when hearts can't be found
          C#                       C#            C#   C#     D#
He keeps riding from one horse to one horse to one horse towns
                 
(It gets him down)




     G#
He know's he's a fool to get caught up with you
              C#                       G#
But he's the next to the last true romantic
          C#                        G#
He can't let go of love once he's had it
              A#m
And he can't rest
          D#
Til he's next
    G#
To you




                  C#
There's always whiskey and women
    C#  C#      C#   C#   G#
And women and whiskey around
          C#                          C#        C#     C#       D#
He can't tell which is worse to be dying of thirst or to drown
                 
(It gets him down)




        G#
So he smiles through the pain he pinched Estelle he danced with Jane
           C#                         G#
Sometimes even he don't know how he stands it
              C#                       G#
But he's the next to the last true romantic
              A#m
And he can't rest
          D#
Til he's next
    G#
To you
             A#m
And he can't rest
          D#
Til he's next
    G#
To you