Chords for Casey Donahew He Ain't A Cowboy
Tempo:
86.3 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [D] [E]
He found that buckle in a pawn shop, [A] can't two step across [E] this floor.
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud, [Bm] can't be [G] what you're looking [Bm] for.
He's [E] got a half-assed smile and fakes and a drawl, he's [A] dressed up like the [E] Marlboro Man.
He's never backed in a box, dropped in a chute, and he's never wrote for a brand.
Cause he ain't a cowboy, he ain't a flyboy, he's [A] just a city boy in [E] disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, maybe [B] that's the kind of man [E] you'll wrap.
And he can't saddle up no horse, so he [A] ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I want, [B] I'm sure to break her heart [E] one day.
He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn, [A] or thrown hay till the sun [E] came up.
He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, [Bm] hell the man don't drive a truck.
[E] And he'll be out across town tomorrow night [Em] in skinny jeans cause he has [A] no shame.
[E] He's never tipped his hat for guts or [Bm] glory, or riding through [Em] the plains.
Cause he [E] ain't a cowboy, he ain't a flyboy, [A] he's just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of man you'll wrap.
[C#] And he [E] can't saddle up no horse, [Bm] so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I [B] want, I'm sure to break her [Em] heart one day.
[A] [E]
[B] [E] He's selling you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you [A] will learn.
[E] Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a [B] title [E] that you earn.
[Em] So if you [E] leave with me tonight, know that it's [G] hell I'll [A] put you through.
[Em] But we'll be rolling outside with them [A] speakers [E] cranked up, listening to Chris LeDoux.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a [Em] flyboy, [A] he's just a city [E] boy in disguise.
And he's never drove a [D] tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of [C#] man you'll wrap.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, [A] so he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I [B] want, I'm sure to break her [E] heart one day.
And I'm a saddle [G] sore, punch her in a buckle I want, I'm sure to break her heart one day.
[E]
He found that buckle in a pawn shop, [A] can't two step across [E] this floor.
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud, [Bm] can't be [G] what you're looking [Bm] for.
He's [E] got a half-assed smile and fakes and a drawl, he's [A] dressed up like the [E] Marlboro Man.
He's never backed in a box, dropped in a chute, and he's never wrote for a brand.
Cause he ain't a cowboy, he ain't a flyboy, he's [A] just a city boy in [E] disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, maybe [B] that's the kind of man [E] you'll wrap.
And he can't saddle up no horse, so he [A] ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I want, [B] I'm sure to break her heart [E] one day.
He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn, [A] or thrown hay till the sun [E] came up.
He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, [Bm] hell the man don't drive a truck.
[E] And he'll be out across town tomorrow night [Em] in skinny jeans cause he has [A] no shame.
[E] He's never tipped his hat for guts or [Bm] glory, or riding through [Em] the plains.
Cause he [E] ain't a cowboy, he ain't a flyboy, [A] he's just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of man you'll wrap.
[C#] And he [E] can't saddle up no horse, [Bm] so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I [B] want, I'm sure to break her [Em] heart one day.
[A] [E]
[B] [E] He's selling you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you [A] will learn.
[E] Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a [B] title [E] that you earn.
[Em] So if you [E] leave with me tonight, know that it's [G] hell I'll [A] put you through.
[Em] But we'll be rolling outside with them [A] speakers [E] cranked up, listening to Chris LeDoux.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a [Em] flyboy, [A] he's just a city [E] boy in disguise.
And he's never drove a [D] tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of [C#] man you'll wrap.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, [A] so he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I [B] want, I'm sure to break her [E] heart one day.
And I'm a saddle [G] sore, punch her in a buckle I want, I'm sure to break her heart one day.
[E]
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[Em] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He found that buckle in a pawn shop, [A] can't two step across [E] this floor.
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud, [Bm] can't be [G] what you're looking [Bm] for.
He's [E] got a half-assed smile and fakes and a drawl, he's [A] dressed up like the [E] Marlboro Man.
_ He's never backed in a box, dropped in a chute, and he's never wrote for a brand.
Cause he ain't a cowboy, he ain't a flyboy, he's [A] just a city boy in [E] disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, maybe [B] that's the kind of man [E] you'll wrap.
And he can't saddle up no horse, so he [A] ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I want, [B] I'm sure to break her heart [E] one day. _ _ _
_ _ _ He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn, [A] or thrown hay till the sun [E] came up.
He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, [Bm] hell the man don't drive a truck.
[E] And he'll be out across town tomorrow night [Em] in skinny jeans cause he has [A] no shame.
_ [E] He's never tipped his hat for guts or [Bm] glory, or riding through [Em] the plains.
Cause he [E] ain't a cowboy, he ain't a flyboy, [A] he's just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of man you'll wrap.
[C#] And he [E] can't saddle up no horse, [Bm] so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I [B] want, I'm sure to break her [Em] heart one day. _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ He's selling you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you [A] will learn. _
[E] Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a [B] title [E] that you earn.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ So if you [E] leave with me tonight, know that it's [G] hell I'll [A] put you through. _
[Em] But we'll be rolling outside with them [A] speakers [E] cranked up, listening to Chris LeDoux.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a [Em] flyboy, [A] he's just a city [E] boy in disguise.
And he's never drove a [D] tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of [C#] man you'll wrap.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, [A] so he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I [B] want, I'm sure to break her [E] heart one day.
_ And I'm a saddle [G] sore, punch her in a buckle I want, I'm sure to break her heart one day.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He found that buckle in a pawn shop, [A] can't two step across [E] this floor.
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud, [Bm] can't be [G] what you're looking [Bm] for.
He's [E] got a half-assed smile and fakes and a drawl, he's [A] dressed up like the [E] Marlboro Man.
_ He's never backed in a box, dropped in a chute, and he's never wrote for a brand.
Cause he ain't a cowboy, he ain't a flyboy, he's [A] just a city boy in [E] disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, maybe [B] that's the kind of man [E] you'll wrap.
And he can't saddle up no horse, so he [A] ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I want, [B] I'm sure to break her heart [E] one day. _ _ _
_ _ _ He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn, [A] or thrown hay till the sun [E] came up.
He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, [Bm] hell the man don't drive a truck.
[E] And he'll be out across town tomorrow night [Em] in skinny jeans cause he has [A] no shame.
_ [E] He's never tipped his hat for guts or [Bm] glory, or riding through [Em] the plains.
Cause he [E] ain't a cowboy, he ain't a flyboy, [A] he's just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of man you'll wrap.
[C#] And he [E] can't saddle up no horse, [Bm] so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I [B] want, I'm sure to break her [Em] heart one day. _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ He's selling you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you [A] will learn. _
[E] Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a [B] title [E] that you earn.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ So if you [E] leave with me tonight, know that it's [G] hell I'll [A] put you through. _
[Em] But we'll be rolling outside with them [A] speakers [E] cranked up, listening to Chris LeDoux.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a [Em] flyboy, [A] he's just a city [E] boy in disguise.
And he's never drove a [D] tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of [C#] man you'll wrap.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, [A] so he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle sore, punch her in a buckle I [B] want, I'm sure to break her [E] heart one day.
_ And I'm a saddle [G] sore, punch her in a buckle I want, I'm sure to break her heart one day.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _