transcribed by, Tony Williams 
 
Intro: Cm Eb Bb Gm
 
Cm                 Eb              Bb             Gm
It's the sag in the timbers of and abandoned line shack 
    Cm          Eb        Bb           Gm
The conspicuous hump of a gray woman's back 
         Cm           Eb           Bb         Gm
It's the weeds in the rails of the Burlington track 
         Cm           Eb                       F
It's the knowing that yesterday can never come back 
Cm              Eb                   Bb         Gm
Like a windmill that's harnessed the breeze for years 
         Cm            Eb        Bb          Gm
Till the gusts and the rust have ruined it's gears 
       Cm        Eb                Bb                Gm
It's a faded out map from when the steel rails still shown 
       Cm            Eb                           F
It's a well worn old riding horse that some kid's outgrown 
             Bb           Dm            Gm
 It's time's hand in your pocket taking all that you own 
Bb                 Dm                 Gm
It's the Frio Town courthouse left to stand all alone 
Bb                  Dm                  Gm
It's the age of the cowboy when there's no old west left 
Cm               Eb                    F
Where we go from here boys is anyone's guess I guess 
Cm             Eb                   Bb          Gm
It's a whore's realization that her beauty will spoil 
       Cm           Eb                   Bb         Gm
It's a wildcatter's nightmare that there is no more oil 
         Cm            Eb      Bb             Gm
It's the hills and the parries dissected with roads 
         Cm          Eb                           F
It's the future, the damned future , and it's and ill wind that  

bodes 
            Bb           Dm            Gm
It's time's hand in your pocket taking all that you own 
    Bb              Dm            Gm
The gambler's tired eyes when his last card is thrown 
         Bb         Dm                  Gm
It's the age of the cowboy when there's no old west left 
Cm               Eb                    F
Where we go from here boys is anyone's guess I guess 
 
instrumental: 
Cm               Eb               Bb         Gm
The old mountain man has seen his last first snow 
    Cm           Eb                Bb             Gm
The dried up old poet he knows his last rhyme has flowed 
Cm              Eb     Bm           Gm
I don't believe things live just to die 
    Cm           Eb              F
But I just don't think I'll ever understand why 
            Bb           Dm            Gm
It's time's hand in your pocket taking all that you own 
         Bb            Dm            Gm
Like the wave robs the shoreline and wind carves the stone 
         Bb         Dm                  Gm
It's the age of the cowboy when there's no old west left 
Cm               Eb
Where we go from here boys 
Cm                    Eb
Where the hell are we now boys 
Cm           Eb                   F
Wha'll we do now boys is anyone's guess I guess 
N.C.               Cm
I'd sure hate to guess. 
 
 
There you have it, friends. 
if anyone is interested in buying max's cd they can order it  
by sending $17 to: MAX STALLING P.O. box 721144 Dallas Tx.  
75372-1144 also his e-mail is  
Max@Maxstalling.com.