[Intro]
D  D  G  D   D  D  A  D
[Ritornello]
                             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
[Strumentale]
D  D  G  D   D  D  A  D
[Ritornello]
                             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
[Versetto]
                        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
[Ritornello]
                             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
[Outro]
D  D  G  D   D  D  A  D