D D G D D D A D [Chorus] G D There must be someplace, for old wore out cowboys A D 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 jukebox is playing, Hank Williams for free [Verse 1] G D Well I’ve worked in pool rooms, and barrooms and bedrooms A D From Cheyenne to Memphis, it ain’t nothing new G D Hard bodied young cowgirls, too many state fair bulls A 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 cowboys A D 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 jukebox is playing, Hank Williams for free [Verse 2] G D I picked my guitar till my finger’s blistered A D Bleeding and sweating, staining my jeans G D They tried to whip me, but more didn’t than did A D And I’m proud of my dues and god has 6 strings [Chorus] G D There must be someplace, for old wore out cowboys A D 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 jukebox is playing, Hank Williams for free G D And they’ll never stay home and they’re always a lone A D Even with someone they love