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Tom: C

    C                                       F              C
1. Pushin' horns weren't easy like the movies said it was,
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    and I don't recall no dance hall girls or hotel rooms with rugs.
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    You worked hot and tired and nasty, rode you pony's head too low,
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there were all the nights you couldn't sleep 'cause it was too damn cold.
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    And you'd sing,     "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe".
             C                             F             C
2. Like the time we hit the river and the rains began to fall,
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    and the water was rising so damn fast we thought it'd drown us all.
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    We lost a lot of steers that day and four or five good mounts,
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    but when all the boys rode into camp we knew that's what counts.
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    And we sang,   "Yippee Ti Yi Yay" and "Amazing Grace".
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Or the night they broke behind us, and then they took us by surprise
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I whistled out to Bonner I seen the terror in his eyes.
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And he rode for all his horse would ride and I know he done his best,
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but he crossed over Jordan ridin' Dunny to his death.
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And we sang,      "Bringin' in the Sheaves" and "The Rugged Cross".
+ InstrumentaL (similar to verse 1, line 1-4) :
C - F - C - G       C - F - C - G - C
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3. So when you see the cowboy, he's not ragged by his choice,
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    he never meant to bow them legs or put that gravel in his voice.
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    He's just chasin' what he really loves and what's burning in his soul,
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   wishin' to God that he'd been born and hundred years ago,
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    still singin',    "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe".
    + InstrumentaL (similar to verse 3, line 1-4) :
    C - F - C - G       C - F - C - G - C  ...