Cowboy In A Continental Suit chords and lyrics - CHRIS LEDOUX

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[Verse 1]
[G]He [D]wal[G]ked out in the arena
all [D]dressed up [G]to the brim
Said he just came down
from a [D]place called Highland Rim
And he [G]said he came to ride the horse,
the [C]one they call the [G]brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy
in a [D]continental [G]suit
We snickered at the way he dressed,
but he [D]never said a [G]word
Walked on by the rest of us
as [D]if he hadn't heard
A [G]thousand bucks went to the man
who could [C]ride this wild cail[G]louse
A meaner horse was never born
than the [D]one they call the [G]brute
The horse that he was looking for
was in chute number eight
Walked up there,
he slowly put his [D]hand upon the gate
We [G]knew he was a purebred
when he [C]pulled a sack of [G]dukes
From the inside pocket
of his [D]continental [G]suit
He rolled himself a quirley
and he [D]let it stand in [G]there
Blew himself a smoke ring
and he [D]watched it disappear
We [G]thought he must be crazy
as he [C]opened up the [G]gate
Standing just inside
was 1 ,500 [D]pounds of [G]heat[Ab]
The buckskin tried to run him down
but the [Eb]stranger was too [Ab]quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms
around [Eb]the horse's neck
And he [Ab]pulled himself upon the back
of the [Db]horse they called the [Ab]brute
Sitting like he was born there
in his [Eb]con tinental [Ab]suit
The brute chimed in, was in the air,
his [Eb]front end on the [Ab]ground
Kickin' and a -squealin',
tryin' to [Eb]shake the stranger down
But the [Ab]stranger wouldn't give an itch,
he [Db]came to ride the [Ab]brute
He came to ride that buckskin
in his [Eb]con tinental [Ab]suit
I turned around to look at Jim,
but [Eb]he was watchin' [Ab]me
Said, I don't believe
the crazy thing[Eb]s I think I see
But I [Ab]think I see the outlaw,
the [C#]one they call The [Ab]Brute
Ridden by a cowboy in a
[Eb]con tinental s[Ab]uit[G]
The Brute came to a standstill,
ashamed that [D]he'd been [G]robed
By some city cowboy
in some [D]continental clothes
The [G]stranger took his money
and we [C]don't know where he [G]went
We don't know where he came from,
and we [D]haven't seen him [G]since
The moral of this story,
never judge [D]by what they [G]wear
Underneath some ragged clothes
could [D]be a millionaire
So [G]everybody listen,
don't be [C]fooled by this ga[G]loot
Sure enough, bronc rider
in his [D]continental [G]suit [D]you[G]