He was sitting on a bar stool, drinking Bud heavy At a tabletop after work Didn't have to ask his name 'cause I knew it already It was right there on his shirt Right under that "No smoking" sign, he lit up a cigarette He looked down at that new jukebox, took a sip and shook his head And then he looked at me and said
"I sure could use a little Swinging Doors What I wouldn't give to hear Walking The Floor Ramblin' Man, Tight Fittin' Jeans I'd drop a twenty in it if it would play 'Jolene' But there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg No Paycheck, no man in black Those days are gone and they ain't coming back again There's no country for old men."
He said, "Whatever happened to them songs about cheating Or drinking off a broken heart? Cowboy songs, two steps, or a waltz Twin fiddles and a steel guitar Tell me how'd we ever get this far?"
I sure could use a little Swinging Doors What I wouldn't give to hear Walking The Floor Ramblin' Man, Tight Fittin' Jeans I'd drop a twenty in it if it would play "Jolene" But there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg No Paycheck, no man in black Those days are gone and they ain't coming back again There's no country for old men
What I wouldn't give to turn back time When three chords and the truth only cost you a dime Willie, Waylon, or some Patsy Cline They're always on my mind
Oh, but there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg No Paycheck, no man in black Those days are long gone and they ain't coming back again There's no country for old men There's no country for old men There's no country, there's no country for old menTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
