Verse 1: G Em7 It might seem old fashioned, swinging on this porch D G Cadd9 Staring at a million stars, most people just ignore G Em7 We scrape out a living, working dawn 'til dusk D G Cadd9 Someimes it feels that this whole world's forgotten folks like us Chorus: G D Still a few cowboys around, still a few train whistle towns Em Cadd9 Still a few churches with steeples, full of good God fearing people G D Em There's still a few hearts running wild, living like it's going out of style Cadd9 G Cadd9 D Oh there ain't too many left like me and you, but there's still a few
Verse 2: G Em Ford shut down the factory, the bank took the Bailey's farm D G Cadd9 'Round here we just get tougher, when times get hard G Em It might be naive to think each other's all we need D G Cadd9 But that's what I believe babe, we may be a dying breed Chorus: G D Still a few cowboys around, still a few train whistle towns Em Cadd9 Still a few churches with steeples, full of good God fearing people G D Em There's still a few hearts running wild, living like it's going out of style Cadd9 G Cadd9 D
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