WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Waylon Jennings - Old Timer Ukulele | Ver. 1
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*************** OLD TIMER (THE SONG) ***************
written and performed by Waylon Jennings.
Verse 1:
C F
I grew up in Wyoming
C
In and around Jackson's hole
F
In the shadows of the Tetons
Where summers are hot
C
And winters unbearably cold
F
But the Spring and the Fall
C
Are always as good as it gets
F
For over 70 years now
C
I'd watch the sun rise and set
Verse 2:
F
I've been a cowboy
C
Working the round-ups in spring
F
I've lived in the mountains
Hunted the grizzly
C
Trapping the rivers and streams
F
Always the loner
C
I've treasured my freedom the most
F
And though i never married
C
As a young man i might have come close
Verse 3:
F
From somewhere back east
She came to the valley
C
With a man who did her no good
F
He was fast with the ladies
A tin horn gambler
C
And a cheat whenever he could
F
She had no friends or family
C
Most of the time he was gone
F
He died in a card game
C
And she found herself all alone
Verse 4:
F
Alone and afraid and left unprotected
C
'Cause he was all that she had
F
Maybe i should have
But i never told her
C
So she never knew he was bad
F
But i'll always remember
C
Standing and watching her cry
F
There was no one to help her
C
But i was determined to try
Verse 5:
F
I mended her fences and
Fixed up her cabin
C
I had everything looking good
F
I laid by her food
And wood for the winter
C
Helping wherever i could
F
The more i was around her
C
The more i wanted to be
F
There was something about her
C
That brought out a good side of me
Verse 6:
F
I went into town,i brought a new outfit
C
I got me a haircut and shave
F
I'd trek through the snow
For no good reason
C
Just to go by her cabin each day
F
I don't know about love
C
But i was quite taken in by it all
F
Till her brother came in the Spring
C
And he took her back to St. Paul
Verse 7:
F
I don't go down to Jackson
C
Ain't nothing there but motels and bars
F
Too damn many tourists
No place to hide
C
They'll find you wherever you are
F
They like to call me old timer
C
I am getting older i guess
F
But i don't like the changes
C
'Cause i've seen it all at its best
Verse 8:
F
When my life is over
C
I don't want to be left in town
F
But up in the mountains
There is a place
C
I've marked off my own piece of ground
F
High in the Tetons
C
Above and away from it all
F
From the top of old Grand
I bet on a clear day - you can see
C
All the way to St. Paul