Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
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[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
[Outro]
D D G D D D A D
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
[Outro]
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