Willie Nelson

^G All the old stations are b ^Bm eing torn down,
And the high f ^Am lyin trains no longer ^D7 roll,
And the f ^Am loors are all sag ^F ging with b ^D7 oards,
that are suffering from ^Am not being ^D7 used any ^G more,
Things are all changing and the world's,
rearranging a ^C time that will soon be no more,
W ^G here has a slow movin, o ^Am nce quickdraw,
out ^D7 law got to ^G go ^- , ^{D7 - G - D7}
(verse 2)
The whiskey that once settled the dust,
and tasted so fine now tastes of pain,
And the memories it once blotted out come back,
stronger and more clearly with each drink you take,
The women that warmed you, you once thought so pretty,
Now look haggard and old,
Where has a slow movin, once quick-draw
outlaw got to go,
(verse 3)
^G The land where I traveled once fa ^Bm shioned,
with beauty ^Am now stands with scars on her ^D7 face,
And the ^Am wide open s ^F paces are cl ^D7 osing in quickly,
from the w ^Am eight of the w ^D7 hole human r ^G ace,
And it's not that I blame them f ^G or claiming her beauty,
^C I just wish they'd taken it slow, cause,
^G Where has a slow movin ^Am once quickdraw,
out ^D7 law got to ^G go ^- , ^D7
Oh, w ^G here has a slow movin, ^Am once quickdraw,
out ^D7 law got to ^G go ^- , ^{D7 - G}