No Country For Old Men

He was sitting on a bar stool, drinking Bud heavy

At a tabletop after work

Didn't have to ask his name 'cause I knew it already

It was right there on his shirt

Right under that no smoking sign, he lit up a cigarette

He looked down at that new jukebox, took a sip and shook his head

And then he looked at me and said

"I sure could use a little Swinging Doors

What I wouldn't give to hear Walking The Floor

Ramblin' Man, Tight Fittin' Jeans

I'd drop a twenty in it if it would play Jolene

But there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg

No Paycheck, no man in black

Those days are gone and they ain't coming back again

There's no country for old men"

He said, "Whatever happened to them songs about cheating

Or drinking off a broken heart?

Cowboy songs, two steps, or a waltz

Twin fiddles and a steel guitar

Tell me how'd we ever get this far?"

I sure could use a little Swinging Doors

What I wouldn't give to hear Walking The Floor

Ramblin' Man, Tight Fittin' Jeans

I'd drop a twenty in it if it would play Jolene

But there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg

No Paycheck, no man in black

Those days are gone and they ain't coming back again

There's no country for old men

What I wouldn't give to turn back time

When three chords and the truth only cost you a dime

Willie, Waylon, or some Patsy Cline

They're always on my mind

Oh, but there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg

No Paycheck, no man in black

Those days are long gone and they ain't coming back again

There's no country for old men

There's no country for old men

There's no country, there's no country for old men