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