Slaid Cleaves
The Old Guard

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Dicky's place is a tavern where I often go
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Like tonight when this heart of mine is aching low
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Through swinging doors I hear the voice of old george jones
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I find myself a barstool and I'm right at home

the old guard down at dickys drinks up all night long
every face lined and weary eyes a country song
Ruined lives broken dreams countless cold regrets
on the jukebox there's stories told and silhouettes


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Cheating heart crazy arms now it's crying time
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heartbreak goes down easier with beer and rhyme
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everynight we get together to be with our own
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and the old guard feels a little less alone

then some kids they start playing their fast modern tunes
and the floor bounces when they dance around the room
we talk sports and weather and work and such 
until one of the old guard says he's had enough

he starts punching in the numbers of the ones we feel
those old heart broken melodies with the crying steel
the young ones start leavin it's too slow and hard
but they'll be back when it's their turn to join the guard