Old Wore Out Cowboys

Old Wore Out Cowboys Ed Bruce/Ron Peterson

Chorus
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
Broken down pickers and dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
And the jukebox is playing Hank Williams for free

Verse
Well I've worked in pool rooms and bar rooms and bed rooms
From Cheyenne to Memphis, it ain't nothing new
Hard-bodied young cowgirls, too many State Fair bulls
I rode em all, til I'm busted and bruised

Chorus
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
Broken down pickers and dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
And the jukebox is playing Hank Williams for free

Verse
I picked my guitar, till my fingers blistered
Bleeding and sweating, staining my jeans
And they tried to whip me, but more didn't than did
And I'm proud of my dues, and God has 6 strings.

Chorus
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
Broken down pickers and dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold
And the jukebox is playing Hank Williams for free

Tag
And they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love.