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