D G D D A D [Chorus]D G D There must be someplace for old wore out cowboysA D And broken down pickers and dreamers like meG D Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always coldA 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 roomsA D Fron Cheyenne to Memphis, there ain't nothin' newG D Hard bodied young cowgirls, too many state fair bullsA D I rode 'em all till I'm busted and bruised[Chorus]D G D There must be someplace for old wore out cowboysA D And broken down pickers and dreamers like meG D Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always coldA 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 blisteredA D Bleedin and sweating and staining my jeansG D They tried to whip me but more didn't than didA D I'm proud of my dues and God has six strings [Chorus]D G D There must be someplace for old wore out cowboysA D And broken down pickers and dreamers like meG D Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always coldA D And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for freeA D And they'll never stay home and their always alone even with someone they love
Old Wore Out Cowboy
Ed Bruce
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