G           D              C          C
A young man driving down a dusty road
G         D                C  C
Like he's got somewhere to go
G                 D            C      C
Driving like he's got a desti- nation
          G                D                  C     C
Like he's got somewhere to go in that beat-up Ford.
G                D                  C               C
See, there was a time when he was a young lost soul
       G       D               C        C
He was chasing butterflies and rainbows
G       D                     C           C
Til one day when he found his pot of gold
        G          D                    C   C
And the words of a young man who turned old .

[Chorus]
            G
The old man said,
                     D          C      C
"You've gotta have a good imagi nation ,
G               D                C     C
If you're gonna live the life of old",
              G                 D                C         C
He said, "you got to drive that Ford like it's a stallion,
        G                D                 C     C
And you got to wear your heart just like a gun."
            G   D C   C
The old man sa- - -id ,
            G   D C   C
The old man sa- - -id .

G              D                    C    C
The boy walked out with a new-found hero ,
          G            D             C   C
Yeah, the boy, well he walked away a man ,
       G            D               C               C
And he said to him- self that dusty day way down in Texas,
          G           D              C     C
Well, I'm never gonna walk this path again .

[Chorus]
            G
The old man said,
                     D          C      C
"You've gotta have a good imagi nation ,
G               D                C     C
If you're gonna live the life of old",
              G                 D                C         C
He said, "you got to drive that Ford like it's a stallion,
        G                D                 C     C
And you got to wear your heart just like a gun."
            G   D C   C
The old man sa- - -id ,
            G   D C   C
The old man sa- - -id .

[Instrumental]
G D C C x2

G              D                      C          C
The boy walked out he was dreaming of wild times ,
     G            D               C             C
When old cowboys, they broke down cattle lines.
    G             D                  C    C
But now all those fields are all but gone ,
    G                  D            C     C
His heart's still free and he rides on...

            G   D C   C
The old man sa- - -id
            G   D C   C
The old man sa- - -id
            G   D C   C
The old man sa- - -id
            G   D C   C
The old man sa- - -id