Old Wore Out Cowboy

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[Chorus]
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There must be someplace for old 
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wore out cowboys
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And broken down pickers and 
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dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight 
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and the beer's always cold
And the juke box is playing Hank 
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Williams for free

[Verse 1]
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I've worked in pool rooms and bar
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 rooms and bed rooms
Fron Cheyenne to Memphis, there 
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ain't nothin' new
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Hard bodied young cowgirls, too 
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many state fair bulls
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I rode 'em all till I'm busted and 
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bruised

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[Chorus]
D                           G    
There must be someplace for old 
        D
wore out cowboys
                            A      
And broken down pickers and 
       D
dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight 
          G             D
and the beer's always cold
And the juke box is playing Hank 
A            D
Williams for free

[Solo]
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[Verse 2]
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Now I've picked my guitar till my
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 fingers blistered
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Bleedin and sweating and staining 
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my jeans
They tried to whip me but more 
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didn't than did
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I'm proud of my dues and God has 
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six strings

[Chorus]
D                           G    
There must be someplace for old 
        D
wore out cowboys
                            A      
And broken down pickers and 
       D
dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight 
          G             D
and the beer's always cold
And the juke box is playing Hank 
A            D
Williams for free

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And they'll never stay home and 
their always alone even with someone
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 they love