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