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
Well I've worked in pool rooms, and barrooms and bedrooms
From Cheyenne to Memphis, it ain't nothing 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
For 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
I picked my guitar till my finger's blistered
Bleeding and sweating, staining my jeans
They tried to whip me, but more didn't than did
And I'm proud of my dues and god has 6 strings
There must be someplace for old wore out cowboys
For 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
And they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love