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I got to thinking about all the stuff we worry about and I realized that _ all that a man really.
needs is a horse you can catch when you need him, a dog that'll come when you call, a good.
friend who owns an arena and a trailer that's legal to haul, _ a woman who'll share my frustrations.
when the cow market's falling apart, _ a pair of good spurs, a saddle that fits, and a one-ton.
Ford pickup that starts.
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Everything else is window dressing.
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Bm _ _ _
C# _ _ _ .
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Bm _ _ _
A _ _ _ .
D I'm out here chasing
G these _
A rainbows that I
D need to find.
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I go and Lord
G knows it kills me
A to leave
D her behind.
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G _ She
A _ _ _ .
G _ drew
Em a low card
G when she gave me her heart and sometimes it's hard to
D believe.
_ _ that
Bm sweet little angel
F#m went and got herself tangled
G in the arms
A of a cowboy
D like me.
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C Well I know she deserves more
G than a drifter that lives for
D the _ lights.
_ .
C _ Smokey bars and
G guitars don't make for no fairy
D tale _ life.
And
Em every time I head home.
I
D think I'll find her gone but
G she's still there and still wants to be.
_ in
Bm the arms
A of a cowboy
D like me.
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Bm _ _ _
A _ _ .
D _ She's worn a hole in
G the carpet
A between the bed
D and the phone.
She _ _ _ worries about me
G when I
A leave till
D I'm back home.
Cause
G there's down time for killing.
There's whiskey and there's women.
That's just right for.
feeling
D a need.
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Bm Oh but she's in no danger.
D.
F#m There's no room for a stranger
G in the arms
A of a cowboy _ .
D like me.
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C I know she deserves more
G than a drifter that lives
D for the _ _ lights.
C _ Smokey bars and
G guitars don't make for no fairy
D tale _ life.
Em Every time I head home I
D think I'll find her gone but
G she's still there and still wants to be.
in
Bm the arms
A of a cowboy
G like _ me.
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Every
Em time I head home
D I think I'll find her gone but
G she's still there and still wants to be.
in
Bm the arms
A of a cowboy
G like me.
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Bm In the arms
A of a cowboy
D like me.
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G _ _
F#m A cowboy
D like me.
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