| Am | G | |
| Well, my name is Cecil Brown and I-m | from a little town |
| D | C | Am | |
| And | people don-t think | much of | me. |
| Am | G | |
| I never understood why they | thought I was no good, |
| D | C | Am | |
| But | this is | how it | seems. |
| CHORUS: |
| G | |
| The feelings of | this worn out cowboy |
| D | Am | |
| Would | make you feel so | cold. |
| G | |
| I-ve traveled | up and down so many |
| D | Am | |
| Kinda | lonesome | roads. |
| VERSE 2: |
| Am | G | |
| I once took the high road and it | took me straight to hell. |
| D | C | Am | |
| And | I stayed there all | by my | self. |
| Am | G | |
| Cause on the road-s where I | feel that I belong, |
| D | C | Am | |
| Cause it don-t | matter who is | right or | wrong. |
| CHORUS |
| DOBRO BREAK over C D |Am |C D |Am | |
| C D |Am |G |D |Am |
| VERSE 3: |
| Am | G | |
| Pickin up the pieces of my | broken family |
| D | C | Am | |
| Is | not an easy | sight to | see. |
| Am | G | |
| And as the leaves have changed it | helps ease the pain |
| D | C | Am | |
| And | sufferin they | left for | me. |
| CHORUS |
| OUTRO: Am plunking along progressively slower |