A D A By a blackened wood stove in a rundown old bunkhouse A E Sat an old buckaroo with his hat in his hand D A He lowered his voice as he told us about 'em A E A The wild western women that wore no man’s brand [Verse 2] A D A He remembered how they'd drive you plum crazy A E Dancin' for nickels 'neath the barrooms oil lights D A We'd come off the trail they'd be waitin' for us A E A Pretty painted ladies in dresses so bright [Chorus] D A Where are all the pretty painted ladies E A Where's all my dance hall gals D A F#m Where are you Lil are you still young and pretty A E A And a waitin' for me at the end of my trail [Verse 3] A D A Slowly they'd swirl with the ranchers and wranglers A E While the piano played on into the night D A Just a kickin' their skirts past the lonely rawhiders A E A Pretty painted ladies I miss you tonight [Verse 4] D A I told the old timer they moved off a long time ago E D There ain't no more pretty Lil old man no Buffalo Sal A He said son some nights I can see 'em E A Just a singin' and a dancin' at the end of my trail [Chorus] D A Oh where are all the pretty painted ladies E A Where's all my dance hall gals D A F#m Where are you Lil are you still young and pretty A E A Just a waitin' for me at the end of my trail