Intro There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys And broken down pickers and dreamers like me Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free verse 1 I've worked in pool rooms and bar rooms and bed rooms Fron Cheyenne to Memphis, there ain't nothin' new Hard bodied young cowgirls, too many state fair bulls I rode 'em all till I'm busted and bruised There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys And broken down pickers and dreamers like me Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free Solo verse 2 Now I've picked my guitar till my fingers blistered Bleedin and sweating and staining my jeans They tried to whip me but more didn't than did I'm proud of my dues and God has six strings There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys And broken down pickers and dreamers like me Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold And the juke box is playing Hank Williams for free And they'll never stay home and their always alone even with someone they love Outro
Watch the song video
Top songs from Ed Bruce
Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
When I Die Just Let Me Go To Texas
Girls Women And Ladies
Angeline Would You Like To Dance Again
Diane
Why Can't I Come Home
You're The Best Love This Old Heart Ever Had
Old Wore Out Cowboy
Everythings A Waltz
Best Break This Old Heart