D D G D D D A D [Chorus]G D There must be someplace, for old wore out cowboysA D Broken down pickers, and dreamers like meG D Where the cue sticks are straight, and the beer’s always coldA D And the jukebox is playing, Hank Williams for free [Verse 1]G D Well I’ve worked in pool rooms, and barrooms and bedroomsA D From Cheyenne to Memphis, it ain’t nothing newG D Hard bodied young cowgirls, too many state fair bullsA D I rode em all till I’m busted and bruised[Instrumental]D D G D D D A D [Chorus]G D There must be someplace, for old wore out cowboysA D Broken down pickers, and dreamers like meG D Where the cue sticks are straight, and the beer’s always coldA D And the jukebox is playing, Hank Williams for free [Verse 2]G D I picked my guitar till my finger’s blisteredA D Bleeding and sweating, staining my jeansG D They tried to whip me, but more didn’t than didA D And I’m proud of my dues and god has 6 strings [Chorus]G D There must be someplace, for old wore out cowboysA D Broken down pickers, and dreamers like meG D Where the cue sticks are straight, and the beer’s always coldA D And the jukebox is playing, Hank Williams for freeG D And they’ll never stay home and they’re always a loneA D Even with someone they love
Old Wore Out Cowboys
Jamey Johnson
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Tom:
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