Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
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]
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]
D D G D D D A D
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