old pair of jeans
Am Dm
i aint a cowboy no more
Am Dm Am Dm
i know what you’re thinking , guess you heard it before
Am Dm
i get so tired yet can’t sleep
Am Dm Am Dm
or maybe i’m there this could all be a dream
F G Am
i wish you didn’t get hung up so easily ,
F G Am
when you’re bound to fall apart , you always fall apart at the seams
F G Am
i’m so worn , i’m so torn , tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
same as verse 1
i aint a cowboy no more
you won’t hear my spurs clinck down the hall
i learnt the trade off the street
i hold my head up everytime time that we meet
i wish you didn’t get hung up so easily
when you’re bound to fall apart , you always fall apart at the seams
i’m so worn , i’m so torn , tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
well i got no choice
you know you just take me over
well you’ll never see me dyin’
or ever stop me tryin’
god willin’ always keep me flyin’ . . . high
same as verse 1
i aint a cowboy no more
i know what you’re thinking , guess you heard it before
i learnt the trade off the street
i hold my head up everytime that we meet
i wish you didn’t get hung up so easily
when you’re bound to fall apart , you always fall apart at the seams
i’m so worn , i’m so torn , tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
F G Am
yeah , like an old pair of jeans
yeah , like an old pair of jeans
yeah , like an old pair of jeans
like an old pair of jeans .
old pair of jeans
Am Dm
i aint a cowboy no more
Am Dm Am Dm
i know what you’re thinking , guess you heard it before
Am Dm
i get so tired yet can’t sleep
Am Dm Am Dm
or maybe i’m there this could all be a dream
F G Am
i wish you didn’t get hung up so easily ,
F G Am
when you’re bound to fall apart , you always fall apart at the seams
F G Am
i’m so worn , i’m so torn , tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
same as verse 1
i aint a cowboy no more
you won’t hear my spurs clinck down the hall
i learnt the trade off the street
i hold my head up everytime time that we meet
i wish you didn’t get hung up so easily
when you’re bound to fall apart , you always fall apart at the seams
i’m so worn , i’m so torn , tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
well i got no choice
you know you just take me over
well you’ll never see me dyin’
or ever stop me tryin’
god willin’ always keep me flyin’ . . . high
same as verse 1
i aint a cowboy no more
i know what you’re thinking , guess you heard it before
i learnt the trade off the street
i hold my head up everytime that we meet
i wish you didn’t get hung up so easily
when you’re bound to fall apart , you always fall apart at the seams
i’m so worn , i’m so torn , tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
F G Am
yeah , like an old pair of jeans
yeah , like an old pair of jeans
yeah , like an old pair of jeans
like an old pair of jeans .
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