Old Wore out Cowboys (feat. Jamey Johnson & Willie Nelson)

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