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