Waylon Jennings

^D All the old stations, are being torn down.
And the ^A high flyin' trains no longer ^D roll.
The floors are all sagging,
With boards that are suffering,
from not being used any ^A more.
^G Things are all changing, the world's rearranging,
A ^D time that will soon be no more...
^A Where has a slow moving, o ^G nce quick draw outlaw, got
to g ^D o?
The whiskey that once settled the dust,
and tasted so ^A fine,
Now tastes of p ^D ain.
And the memories it once blotted out,
come back stronger, more clearly with each drink you
ta ^A ke.
^G The women that warmed you, you once thought so pretty,
^D NOw look haggard and old.
^A Where has a slow moving, ^G once quick draw outlaw, got
to ^D go?
The land where I traveled, once fashioned with beauty,
now stands with scars on her f ^A ace.
The w ^D ide open spaces, are closing in swiftly,
from the weight of the whole human r ^A ace.
And its ^G not that I blame them, for claiming her
bounty,
I just w ^D ish they'd taken it slow,
^A Where has a slow moving, ^G once quick draw outlaw, got
to g ^D o?