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