South Dakota

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[Verse]
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It was the 23rd of May, and I heard 
the Sergeant say
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Fuck it, round up the usual 
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suspects and call it a day
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We've got no time to mess around 
            C
and I'm not dying in this shithole 
town
                G
For a soldiers pay

        G
It was too good to be true but my 
discharge came through
       C                           
I was on the first bird out that I 
        G
could find
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Rode that C-17 into Stuttgart
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Fall round-up on my mind

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When my brothers picked me up, we 
got way deep in our cups
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We musta tore old Rapid City down
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My big brother Jack said boy it's 
   C
good to see you back
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What you gonna do now? What you 
gonna do now...


[Chorus]
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Cuz there ain't much between the 
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Pole and South Dakota
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And barbed wire won't stop the wind.
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Won't get nothing here but broke 
   C
and older,
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If I was you, I might re-up again


[Verse]
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Well we had good rain this year and 
Dad fit in some Charolais steers
            C                   
He got 'em way cheap outta Texas 
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'cause of the drouth.
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We put 'em out on oats, they hadn't
       C
 yet grown their winter coats
          G
Way down south.

            G
And it was barely even fall, but 
that blizzard got 'em all.
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Left 'em sprawled out across the 
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pasture stiff as boards
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You take a sharp knife in your 
            C
hand, skin 'em out while you still 
can
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And curse the lord, curse the lord.


[Chorus]
           D                    
Cuz there ain't much between the 
                   G
Pole and South Dakota
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And barbed wire won't stop the wind.
  Am                               
I won't get nothing here but broke 
    C
and older,
  D                   G
Might as well re-up again


[Solo]

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[Verse]
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These old hides are not worth much 
so we'll pitch 'em off the truck
     C                             
And pile 'em up by the horse trough
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 in the lot
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Cuz they sell by the pound and 
        C
weigh like lead when you wet 'em 
down
                    G
And they're all we got

             G
Hell with a gas lease or two, we 
might've just made do
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But there's nothing under this 
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ground worth a damn
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Now the sheriff's on his way, and 
           C
it's for damn sure not our day
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It's just our time.


[Chorus]
           D                    
Cuz there ain't much between the 
                   G
Pole and South Dakota
     D                          G
And barbed wire won't stop the wind.
  Am                               
I won't get nothing here but broke 
    C
and older,
  D                   G
Might as well re-up again
  D                   G
Might as well re-up, again.