The Cowboy Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]All [F]day[G][C]
on the
prairie in the [F]saddle I ride
[C]Not even a dog hoist to tro[G]t by my side
My [C]fire I must kindle
with chips [Am]gathered round
An[C]d b[G]oil my own coffee
without [C]being ground
I wash in the pool and I [F]sleep on a sack,
I [G]carry my wardrobe on my
[C]back.[F][G][C]
For want of an oven
I cook [F]bread in a pot,
[C]And sleep on the ground for wan[G]t of a cot.
My ceil[C]ing is the sky,
my [Am]floor is the grass,
My mu[G]sic is the lowing of
herds [C]as they pass.
My books are the brooks,
my ser[F]mons the stones,
My [G]parson is a wolf
on his pulpit of [C]bones.[F][G][C]
And then if my cooking's
not [F]very complete
[C]You can't blame me for [G]wanting to eat
But [C]show me a man
who sleep[Am]s more profound
Than the [G]big puncher boy
who sleeps [C]on the ground
My books teach me ever
[F]-consistent surprise
My ser[G]mons, that small things
I should not [C]des[F]pise.[G][F][C]
My parson remarks from
his [F]pulpit of thrones,
[C]That fortune favors those who
look [G]out for their own.
Between [C]me and love
lies a gulf [Am]very wide,
[G]Some lucky fellow may call [C]her his bride.
My friends gently hint I am [F]coming to grief,
But [G]men must make money,
and women have [C]beef.[F][G][C]
But why, it is I can ne 'er
[F]under[C]stand,
For each of the patriarchs
[G]owned a big brand.
Abraham [C]emigrated in [Am]search of a range
When wa[G]ter was scarce,
he [C]wanted a change
Old Isaac owned cattle in [F]charge of Esau
And [G]Jacob punched cows
for his father -in [C]-law

[Outro 1]
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