INTRO: ^{A Bm D E A} 1.In an ^Aold pickup truck, with his ^Bmhat pulled down He dr^Dives them old^E Montana b^Aackroads Remem^Abering half-forgotten times, and w^Bmondering where it's gone ^DAnd if he can ^Estill carry the l^Aoad 2.Now, the summer sun is setting, and the moon is on the rise As he pulls that old pickup into town And he parks beside the place where the feed store used to be And he heads for an old familiar sound CHORUS: Those ^Dhonky-tonk b^Eands still play ^Aold-^A/G#time s^F#mongs^{E D}Remembering how ^Ethings used to ^Abe ^DSitting at the ^Ebar with his ^Ahead do^A/G#wn in ^F#mhis hands So a^Dlone with his mem^Eories Lord, he'^Ds so alone wi^D/C#th his m^Eemori^Aes 3.He remembers back in '33, or was it '34 The year that he won the rodeo The buckle that they gave him, well, he still wears today For that Brahma bull that he rode 4.But his riding days are over now, his back is getting weak And his eyesight, it just ain't as good As the days he'd spot a deer at a hundred yards or more And bring back a month's supply of food CHORUS.... 5.Now the bar is getting set to close, they say he's got to leave But it feels like, Lord, he just arrived So he downs his last shot as he's heading for the door Getting ready for that long and lonely drive 6.In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down He drives them old Montana backroads Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone And if he can still carry the load CHORUS...