[Intro]
[Chorus]
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer s always cold
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
[Verse 1]
I ve worked in pool rooms and bar rooms and bed rooms
Fron Cheyenne to Memphis, there ain t nothin new
Hard bodied young cowgirls, too many state fair bulls
I rode em all till I m busted and bruised
[Chorus]
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer s always cold
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
[Solo]
[Verse 2]
Now I ve picked my guitar till my fingers blistered
Bleedin and sweating and staining my jeans
They tried to whip me but more didn t than did
I m proud of my dues and God has six strings
[Chorus]
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
And broken down pickers and dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer s always cold
And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free
And they ll never stay home and their always alone even with someone they love
[Outro]