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[Verse]
       A                         Bm
In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down
     D            E         A
He drives them old Montana backroads
     A                                 Bm
Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
D             E                A
And if he can still carry the load

       A                         Bm
Now, the summer sun is setting, and the moon is on the rise
     D            E         A
As he pulls that old pickup into town
     A                                 Bm
And he parks beside the place where the feed store used to be
D                  E                A
And he heads for an old familiar sound

      D           E               A   A/G#  F#m E
Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
D               E              A
Remembering how things used to be
D              E            A      A/G#  F#m
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
    D                E
So alone with his memories
          D            D/C#   E    A
Lord, he's so alone with his memories

       A                         Bm
He remembers back in '33, or was it '34
     D            E         A
The year that he won the rodeo
       A                         Bm
The buckle that they gave him, well, he still wears today
     D            E         A
For that Brahma bull that he rode

       A                         Bm
But his riding days are over now, his back is getting weak
     D            E         A
And his eyesight, it just ain't as good
       A                         Bm
As the days he'd spot a deer at a hundred yards or more
     D            E         A
And bring back a month's supply of food

      D           E               A   A/G#  F#m E
Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
D               E              A
Remembering how things used to be
D              E            A      A/G#  F#m
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
    D                E
So alone with his memories
          D            D/C#   E    A
Lord, he's so alone with his memories

       A                         Bm
Now the bar is getting set to close, they say he's got to leave
     D            E         A
But it feels like, Lord, he just arrived
       A                         Bm
So he downs his last shot as he's heading for the door
     D            E         A
Getting ready for that long and lonely drive

       A                         Bm
In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down
     D            E         A
He drives them old Montana backroads
       A                         Bm
Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
     D            E         A
And if he can still carry the load

      D           E               A   A/G#  F#m E
Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
D               E              A
Remembering how things used to be
D              E            A      A/G#  F#m
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
    D                E
So alone with his memories
          D            D/C#   E    A
Lord, he's so alone with his memories