Zebra Dun chords and lyrics - CISCO HOUSTON

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[Verse 1]
[G]We were camped on the bend
[D]At the [G]head of the Cimmarron,
When along come a stranger,
And he stopped to argue some,
Well, he looked so very foolish
We began to look around,
We thought he was a greenhorn,
Just [D]escaped from [G]town.

[Verse 2]
He [G]said he'd lost his job
Upon [D]the [G]Sante Fe,
And was going cross the prairie
To strike the 7D,
He didn't say how come it,
Some trouble with the boss,
And asked if he could borrow
A [A]fat, saddle [D]hor[G]se.

[Verse 3]
This tickled all the boys to death, [A]They
laughed [D]right up their [G]sleeves,
Oh, we will lend you a fine horse,
As fresh as fat as you please,
Then Shorty grabbed the lariat,
And he roped the Zebra Dun,
And he gave him to the stranger,
And [D]waited for the [G]fun.[D][G][D][G]

[Verse 4]
Now old [G]Dunny was an outlaw,
He had [D]grown so very [G]wild,
Well he could paw the moon down,
Boys he could jump a mile,
Old Dunny stood right still,
As if he didn't know,
Until he was saddle
And a- [D]ready for the [G]go.

[Verse 5]
When the [G]stranger hit the saddle,
Well old [D]Dunny quit the [G]earth,
He traveled right straight [Em]up wa[G]rds
For all that he was worth,
A bucking and a squealing,
And a having wall- eyed fits,
His hind feet perpendicular,
His [D]front feet in the [G]bits.[D][G]

[Verse 6]
We could [G]see the tops of the mountains
[D]Under Dunny's every [G]jump,
The stranger he was growed there,
Like the camel's hump,
The stranger sat upon him,
And he curled his black mustache,
Just like a summer boarder
Who was [D]waiting for his [G]hash.[D]

[Verse 7]
[G]Well, he thumped him in the shoulders
And he spurred [D]him [G]when he whirled,
He hollered to the punchers,
"I'm [Em]the w[B]olf [G]of the world,"
And when he had dis[Em]mounted
Once more upon the ground,
[G]We knew he was a thoroughbred
And [D]not a gent from [G]town.[D][G]

[Verse 8]
Now the [G]boss who was a standing around,
A [D]watching of the [G]show,
He walked up to the stranger,
And [Em]he s[G]aid he needn't go,
If you can handle a lariat
Like you rode the Zebra Dun,
You're the man that I've been looking
For since the [D]year of [G]one.
[D]

[Verse 9]
[G]
Well, there's one thing, and a sure thing,
I've learned since I've been born,
That every educated feller
[A]Ain't a [D]plumb green[G]horn.