The Old Guard

E Dicky's place is a tavern where I often go B7 Like tonight when this heart of mine is aching low A E Through swinging doors I hear the voice of old George Jones A B7 I find myself a barstool and I'm right at home E the Old Guard down at Dickys drinks up all night long B7 every face lined and weary eyes a country song A E Ruined lives broken dreams countless cold regrets A B7 on the jukebox there's stories told and silhouettes A E Cheating heart crazy arms now it's crying time A B7 heartbreak goes down easier with beer and rhyme A E everynight we get together to be with our own A B7 E and the old guard feels a little less alone A E B7 E E then some kids they start playing their fast modern tunes B7 and the floor bounces when they dance around the room A E we talk sports and weather and work and such A B7 until one of the old guard says he's had enough E he starts punching in the numbers of the ones we feel B7 those old heart breakin' melodies with the crying steel A E the young ones start leavin it's too slow and hard A B7 but they'll be back when it's their turn to join the Guard A E Cheating heart crazy arms now it's crying time A B7 heartbreak goes down easier with beer and rhyme A E everynight we get together to be with our own A B7 E and the old guard feels a little less alone A E Cheating heart crazy arms now it's crying time A B7 heartbreak goes down easier with beer and rhyme A E everynight we get together to be with our own A B7 E and the old guard feels a little less alone