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	Old Horses
			words and music by Amelia Blake
		capo 2nd fret B B E Silver haired man with a guitar in his hands A B I hear him echo down the street Em Singing to me when he sees me listening F# So I lay a few bucks at his feet It's such a waste, 'cause I remember his face And others like him all around The suits and ties who'll see they never get signed Don't have the guts to shut 'em down Chorus: Em Old horses put out to pasture B Nowhere left for them to go Em Am Too old to ride, not pretty to show F They might have had a good run F# B Now everybody knows they're just old horses Kind of reminds me of the Hollywood grind Some faded actress losing heart She knows her lines, gets 'em perfect every time But the pretty starlets get the parts Chours Bridge: Am D And I think, where do you go when no one needs you anymore G C And the world declares your job is done Am D But there's still life in your bones, and breath in your lungs G C And miles and miles left to run C F I pass a line of men who served their time Bb C Displaying medals that they earned Fm A teary eyed vet begged me not to forget G They'd gladly take another turn Chorus (Fm C Fm Bbm F# G C) c 2003