A Bm D E A
A Bm
In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down
D E A
He drives them old Montana backroads
A Bm
Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
D E A
And if he can still carry the load
A Bm
Now, the summer sun is setting, and the moon is on the rise
D E A
As he pulls that old pickup into town
A Bm
And he parks beside the place where the feed store used to be
D E A
And he heads for an old familiar sound
D E A A/G# F#m E
Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
D E A
Remembering how things used to be
D E A A/G# F#m
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
D E
So alone with his memories
D D/C# E A
Lord, he's so alone with his memories
A Bm
He remembers back in '33, or was it '34
D E A
The year that he won the rodeo
A Bm
The buckle that they gave him, well, he still wears today
D E A
For that Brahma bull that he rode
A Bm
But his riding days are over now, his back is getting weak
D E A
And his eyesight, it just ain't as good
A Bm
As the days he'd spot a deer at a hundred yards or more
D E A
And bring back a month's supply of food
D E A A/G# F#m E
Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
D E A
Remembering how things used to be
D E A A/G# F#m
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
D E
So alone with his memories
D D/C# E A
Lord, he's so alone with his memories
A Bm
Now the bar is getting set to close, they say he's got to leave
D E A
But it feels like, Lord, he just arrived
A Bm
So he downs his last shot as he's heading for the door
D E A
Getting ready for that long and lonely drive
A Bm
In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down
D E A
He drives them old Montana backroads
A Bm
Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
D E A
And if he can still carry the load
D E A A/G# F#m E
Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
D E A
Remembering how things used to be
D E A A/G# F#m
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
D E
So alone with his memories
D D/C# E A
Lord, he's so alone with his memories
