He was sittin' on a bar stool, drinkin' 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 comin' back again
There's no country for old men."
He said, "Whatever happened to them songs about cheatin'
Or drinkin' 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 comin' 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 comin' 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 men
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