IntroDGDDADChorusDGD
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
AD
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
GD
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
AD
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
Verse 1DGD
I've worked in pool rooms and bar rooms and bed rooms
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Fron Cheyenne to Memphis, there ain't nothin' new
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Hard bodied young cowgirls, too many state fair bulls
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I rode 'em all till I'm busted and bruised
ChorusDGD
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
AD
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
GD
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
AD
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
[Solo]
DGDDADVerse 2DGD
Now I've picked my guitar till my fingers blistered
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Bleedin and sweating and staining my jeans
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They tried to whip me but more didn't than did
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I'm proud of my dues and God has six strings
ChorusDGD
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
AD
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
GD
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
AD
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
AD
And they'll never stay home and their always alone even with someone they love
OutroDGDDAD
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.