Old Wore Out Cowboy lyrics

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There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys

and broken down pickers and dreamers like me

Where the queue sticks are straight and the beer's always cold

and the juke box is playing Hank williams for free

I've worked in pool rooms and bar rooms and bed rooms

fron cheyenne to memphis there aint nothin new

hot bodied young cowgirls, too many state fair bulls

I've rode em all till I'm busted and bruised

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(INTERLUDE)

now i picked my guitar till my fingers blistered

bleedin and sweating and staining my jeans

They tried to whip me but more didnt than did

Im proud of my dues and god has six strings

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And they'll never stay home and they're always alone

even with someone they love