G Em Am D

[Verse 1]
    G            Em               G                Em
I'm sittin' in a city filled with people cars and smoke
    G                 Em          C                D
The walls are closin' in on me my heart's about to choke
    Em              D               C           D
The world becomes a foggy dream and I no longer see
    Em             D             C              D
The dirty concrete canyons where I have come to be
        G                Em                 C       D       G
Cause a cowboy rides the mountains and the draws inside my mind
                       Em                 C       D       G
With his Buckskin underneath him and his pockets full of time

[Chorus]
           Em       G       D            C                      D
And I can hear his spurs a jinglin' the chimes of his slappin' tack
       Em                D              C                D
As his horse lopes up a ridge with the moon light on his back
          G              Em          C     D       G
He rides into a barren country not meant for him alone
                          Em                 C      D       G
For a lovin' dark haired lady waits for her cowboy to come home

[Interlude]
Em Am D

[Verse 2]
         G                Em             G                 Em
Well his hat was made in Texas and his chaps are bat wing style
     G               Em         C                D
His saddles made by Hauser he rides it all the while
      Em                 D           C              D
It glistens with silver conches tap adores for his feet
      Em            D          C                 D
He's got a chew of Copenhagen tucked inside his cheek
             G               Em                 C      D     G
In fact the only thing that saves me here from goin' plumb insane
                         Em                  C       D     G
Is that cowboy bound in leather down in the coolies in my brain

[Chorus]
           Em       G       D            C                      D
And I can hear his spurs a jinglin' the chimes of his slappin' tack
       Em                D              C                D
As his horse lopes up a ridge with the moon light on his back
          G              Em          C     D       G
He rides into a barren country not meant for him alone
                          Em                 C      D       G
For a lovin' dark haired lady waits for her cowboy to come home