Letra de Old Wore Out Cowboy

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 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 I'm proud of my dues and God has six strings