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