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