COWBOY * Danny Ray Thomas * My Western Favorites
Capo 1st Fret
(C) (Am) (C) (Am) (C) (Am)
verse 1
Those [C] skies, [Am] are dark and [C] grey. [Am] For a [C] week now,
It's been [Am] rainin' every [C] day. [Am] And the [C] Kan-[Am]-sas City [C] kid. [Am]
He's [C] on the couch, still [Am] tryin' to rope a [C] stray. [Am]
Well he's [Dm] Crockett, and he's [G7] Custer. He's [Dm] Hickock's right hand [G7] man.
He's [Dm] tryin' to tame the [G7] west, But mom don't [Dm] seem to under-[G7]-stand.
She [Dm] told him to make [G7] ready. It's [Dm] more than time for [G7] bed.
How he [Dm] wishes he was [G7] free, He was [Dm] simply born to [G7] be, a[C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-boy [Am] [C] [Am]
verse 2
A-[C]-sleep, [Am] he rides the [C] range. [Am] On a [C] saddle that,has [Am] seen it's better [C] days. [Am] And [C] hear, [Am] the coyot's [C] call. [Am] as he [C] sings the sun to [Am] rest as evenin' [C] falls. [Am]
Well [Dm] make a pot of [G7] coffee boys. So [Dm] strong you can taste the [G7] grain.
[Dm] Stretch out on your [G7] blanket. As he [Dm] clears his throat to [G7] sing.
[Dm] Keep your eyes up-[G7]-on him. With his [Dm] Gary Cooper [G7] grin.
It [Dm] doesn't take much [G7] sense to see. That [Dm] he was simply [G7] born to be,
a[C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-boy [Am] [C] [Am]
[Am]
chorus
This concrete city's fenced him [Em] in.
[F] Can't win 'um all, but he'll be [C] on his feet a-[C7]-gain.
[Am] He'll ride his fantasies till [Em] then. Don't he [F] take after me,
He was [Dm] simply born to [G7] be,
a C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-Boy [Am] [C] [Am]
verse 3
Those [C] skies, [Am] are dark and [C] grey. [Am] For a [C] week now, it's been [Am] rainin' every [C] day. [Am] But the [C] Kan-[Am]-sas City [C] kid. [Am] He's [C] all tucked in and [Am] dreamin' of the [C] range. [Am]
a[C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-boy [Am] [C] [Am]
a[C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-boy [Am] [C] [Am]COWBOY * Danny Ray Thomas * My Western Favorites
Capo 1st Fret
(C) (Am) (C) (Am) (C) (Am)
verse 1
Those [C] skies, [Am] are dark and [C] grey. [Am] For a [C] week now,
It's been [Am] rainin' every [C] day. [Am] And the [C] Kan-[Am]-sas City [C] kid. [Am]
He's [C] on the couch, still [Am] tryin' to rope a [C] stray. [Am]
Well he's [Dm] Crockett, and he's [G7] Custer. He's [Dm] Hickock's right hand [G7] man.
He's [Dm] tryin' to tame the [G7] west, But mom don't [Dm] seem to under-[G7]-stand.
She [Dm] told him to make [G7] ready. It's [Dm] more than time for [G7] bed.
How he [Dm] wishes he was [G7] free, He was [Dm] simply born to [G7] be, a[C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-boy [Am] [C] [Am]
verse 2
A-[C]-sleep, [Am] he rides the [C] range. [Am] On a [C] saddle that,has [Am] seen it's better [C] days. [Am] And [C] hear, [Am] the coyot's [C] call. [Am] as he [C] sings the sun to [Am] rest as evenin' [C] falls. [Am]
Well [Dm] make a pot of [G7] coffee boys. So [Dm] strong you can taste the [G7] grain.
[Dm] Stretch out on your [G7] blanket. As he [Dm] clears his throat to [G7] sing.
[Dm] Keep your eyes up-[G7]-on him. With his [Dm] Gary Cooper [G7] grin.
It [Dm] doesn't take much [G7] sense to see. That [Dm] he was simply [G7] born to be,
a[C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-boy [Am] [C] [Am]
[Am]
chorus
This concrete city's fenced him [Em] in.
[F] Can't win 'um all, but he'll be [C] on his feet a-[C7]-gain.
[Am] He'll ride his fantasies till [Em] then. Don't he [F] take after me,
He was [Dm] simply born to [G7] be,
a C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-Boy [Am] [C] [Am]
verse 3
Those [C] skies, [Am] are dark and [C] grey. [Am] For a [C] week now, it's been [Am] rainin' every [C] day. [Am] But the [C] Kan-[Am]-sas City [C] kid. [Am] He's [C] all tucked in and [Am] dreamin' of the [C] range. [Am]
a[C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-boy [Am] [C] [Am]
a[C] Cow-[Am] [C] [Am] [C]-boy [Am] [C] [Am]
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