No More Buffalo

  G           D          A  
I guess we knew the cards were 
     D
stacked
G        D              A
started out the best of friends
       G         D                
and we beat that highway 'till it 
A            D
quit beating back
   G           D           A  D 
it didn't mean much in the end 
G       D    A        D
some you win, some you lose
G        D         A
some you throw away
G         D               
we headed South across those 
    A       D
Colorado plains
G          D         A     G   
just as empty as the day we 
      D         A       D
looked around at all we saw
G
remembered all we'd hoped to see

looking out through the bugs on the 
windshield
G        D       A
somebody said to me

[Chorus]
G       D
no more buffalo
G             D
blue skies or open road
G        D
no more rodeo
B       A
no more noise
G         D
take this Cadillac
G         D
park it out in back
G        D
mama's calling
G            A
put away the toys

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[Verse]
  G                  D        
Don't chase that carrot 'til it 
       A       D
makes you sick
  G             D            
What do you think you're gonna 
   A
prove?
   G               D              
Just let it dangle 'til it falls 
A            D
off that stick
 G           D              A
That's when you make your move
 G           D                
Don't go chasin' after shootin' 
A        D
stars
   G           D            A
Tryin' to make yourself a name
   G                      D       
You could joust at windmills with 
            A         D
that ol' Fender guitar
   G          D          A
Probably do about the same


[Chorus]
   G         D         G         
No more buffalo, blue skies or 
   D
open road
   G        D          Bm       A
No more rodeo for these old boys
    G        D          G        
Take my Cadillac park it out in 
   D
back
    G         D            A     
Mama's callin', put away the toys
   D



[Instrumental]
(G D A D G D A) x2


[Verse 3]
   G              D            A 
I never thought they'd ever doubt
       D
 my words
   G             D               
I guess they were just too tired to 
A
care
    G              D           
I'd point to the horizon, to the 
    A           D
dust of the herds
   G       D           A
Still hoverin' in the air
  G       D          A      D
Somebody said it ain't any such
   G          D        A
Man you wish so hard you're scarin' 
me
   G            D           A    
'Cause those are combines kickin'
     D
 up that dust
    G             D              A
But you can see what you want to see
   G               D            A
And go on chasin' after what used
         D
 to be there
    G          D             A
Top that rise and face the pain
    G            D                
But man they were here, they were 
  A   D  Bm
here I swear
   G               D          
Not just these bleachin' bones, 
         A
stretchin' across the plain


[Chorus]
  G         D          G          
No more buffalo, blue skies or open 
 D
road
    G        D         Bm    A
No more rodeo for this old boy
   G        D            G         D
Take my Cadillac park it out in back
  G       D           A      D
Mama's callin', put away the toys