He was sitting on a bar stool, drinking Bud heavy
At a tabletop after work
Didn't have to ask his name 'cause I knew it already
It was right there on his shirt
Right under that no smoking sign, he lit up a cigarette
He looked down at that new jukebox, took a sip and shook his head
And then he looked at me and said

I sure could use a little Swinging Doors
What I wouldn't give to hear Walking The Floor
Ramblin' Man, Tight Fittin' Jeans
I'd drop a twenty in if it would play Jolene
But there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg
No Paycheck, no Man In Black
Those days are gone and they ain't coming back again
There's no country for old men

He said, whatever happened to them songs about cheating
Or drinking off a broken heart?
Cowboy songs, two steps or a waltz
Twin fiddles and a steel guitar
Tell me how'd we ever get this far?

I sure could use a little Swinging Doors
What I wouldn't give to hear Walking The Floor
Ramblin' Man, Tight Fittin' Jeans
I'd drop a twenty in if it would play Jolene
But there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg
No Paycheck, no Man In Black
Those days are gone and they ain't coming back again
There's no country for old men

What I wouldn't give to turn back time
When three chords and the truth only cost you a dime
Willie, Waylon or some Patsy Cline
They're always on my mind

Oh, but there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg
No Paycheck, no Man In Black
Those days are long gone and they ain't coming back again
There's no country for old men
There's no country for old men
There's no country, there's no country for old men