D G D D A D
[Chorus]
D G D
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
A D
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
G D
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
A D
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
[Verse 1]
D G D
I've worked in pool rooms and bar rooms and bed rooms
A D
Fron Cheyenne to Memphis, there ain't nothin' new
G D
Hard bodied young cowgirls, too many state fair bulls
A D
I rode 'em all till I'm busted and bruised
[Chorus]
D G D
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
A D
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
G D
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
A D
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
[Solo]
D G D D A D
[Verse 2]
D G D
Now I've picked my guitar till my fingers blistered
A D
Bleedin and sweating and staining my jeans
G D
They tried to whip me but more didn't than did
A D
I'm proud of my dues and God has six strings
[Chorus]
D G D
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
A D
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
G D
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
A D
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
A D
And they'll never stay home and their always alone even with someone they love
