Slaid Cleaves - The old guard

^EDicky's place is a tavern where I often go Like tonight when this heart of mine is aching ^B7low Through swinging d^Aoors I hear the voice of ^Eold George Jones I f^Aind myself a barstool and I'm ri^B7ght at home

t^Ehe Old Guard down at Dickys drinks up all night long every face lined and weary eyes a country s^B7ong Ruined lives broken^A dreams countless cold re^Egrets on the ju^Akebox there's stories told and s^B7ilhouettes

Cheating h^Aeart crazy arms now it's c^Erying time he^Aartbreak goes down easier with ^B7beer and rhyme everyn^Aight we get together to be ^Ewith our own and the o^Ald guard feels a ^B7little less a^Elone

t^Ehen some kids they start playing their fast modern tunes and the floor bounces when they dance a^B7round the room we talk sports and^A weather and work and suc^Eh un^Atil one of the old guard says he^B7's had enough

h^Ee starts punching in the numbers of the ones we feel those old heart breakin' melodies with the^B7 crying steel the young ones sta^Art leavin it's too slow a^End hard bu^At they'll be back when it's thei^B7r turn to join the Guard

Cheating h^Aeart crazy arms now it's c^Erying time he^Aartbreak goes down easier with ^B7beer and rhyme everyn^Aight we get together to be ^Ewith our own and the o^Ald guard feels a ^B7little less a^Elone

Cheating h^Aeart crazy arms now it's c^Erying time he^Aartbreak goes down easier with ^B7beer and rhyme everyn^Aight we get together to be ^Ewith our own and the o^Ald guard feels a ^B7little less a^Elone