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Waylon Jennings - Old Timer

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Verse 1:
D A
I grew up in Wyoming
D
In and around Jackson`s hole
A
In the shadows of the Tetons

Where summers are hot
D
And winters unbearably cold
G
But the Spring and the Fall
D
Are always as good as it gets
A
For over 70 years now
D
I`d watch the sun rise and set


Verse 2:
A
I`ve been a cowboy
D
Working the round-ups in spring
A
I`ve lived in the mountains

Hunted the grizzly
D
Trapping the rivers and streams
G
Always the loner
D
I`ve treasured my freedom the most
A
And though i never married
D
As a young man i might have come close


Verse 3:
G
From somewhere back east

She came to the valley
D
With a man who did her no good
G
He was fast with the ladies

A tin horn gambler
D
And a cheat whenever he could
G
She had no friends or family
D
Most of the time he was gone
A
He died in a card game
D
And she found herself all alone


Verse 4:
G
Alone and afraid and left unprotected
D
`Cause he was all that she had
G
Maybe i should have

But i never told her
D
So she never knew he was bad
G
But i`ll always remember
D
Standing and watching her cry
A
There was no one to help her
D
But i was determined to try


Verse 5:
A
I mended her fences and

Fixed up her cabin
D
I had everything looking good
A
I laid by her food

And wood for the winter
D
Helping wherever i could
G
The more i was around her
D
The more i wanted to be
A
There was something about her
D
That brought out a good side of me


Verse 6:
G
I went into town,i brought a new outfit
D
I got me a haircut and shave
G
I`d trek through the snow

For no good reason
D
Just to go by her cabin each day
G
I don`t know about love
D
But i was quite taken in by it all
A
Till her brother came in the Spring
D
And he took her back to St. Paul


Verse 7:
A
I don`t go down to Jackson
D
Ain`t nothing there but motels and bars
A
Too damn many tourists

No place to hide
D
They`ll find you wherever you are
G
They like to call me old timer
D
I am getting older i guess
A
But i don`t like the changes
D
`Cause i`ve seen it all at its best


Verse 8:
A
When my life is over
D
I don`t want to be left in town
A
But up in the mountains

There is a place
D
I`ve marked off my own piece of ground
G
High in the Tetons
D
Above and away from it all
A
From the top of old Grand

I bet on a clear day - you can see
D
All the way to St. Paul

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