Am G F E Sleep in a bed role of canvasAm G E As no-see-ums feed on your earsAm G F E Wind blows the dust just like buckshotF G E And I ain't never seen it rain much out hereAm G F E Smell your own sweat in the evenin'F G E I wash up at the galvanized tankF G C Am Nearest town forty miles, the cook here he don't smileF E Am And all these young horses are rankContinúa después del anuncioDm G C Am But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my CaballoF G E I hope to tie one on when I canDm G C Am My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing muchF E Am But I'm a sure enough, a Buckaroo ManAm G F E Cold fingers stiff in the mornin'Am G E By noon it's a hundred and threeAm G F E Five year old slicks in the canyonF G E And never a hint of a breezeAm G F E Jug-headed hollow-back poniesF G E Provide all with hours of griefF G C Am There's snakes in the shade, choya on the gradeF E Am And a half a ton of grit between my teeth
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Dave Stamey
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