2 acessos
D G D D A D [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 A D And they'll never stay home and their always alone even with someone they love