Chords for Hoyt Axton "Funeral of The King"

Like a rodeo bull in a child's [A] ballet, he lived his life [E] in danger.
I could tell one thing by the songs [A] he'd sing, that love [E] was not a stranger.
[B] To the man, [A] leader of the band, _ [E] playing at the funeral of the king. _
You could see him run in the morning [A] sun, and some say [E] he was flying.
_ When he sang, his eyes were [A] clear, and he had no [E] fear of dying.
_ Not the [B] man, the [A] leader of the band, _ [E] playing at the funeral _ of the king. _ _
[B] Hail to the [A] chief and the soldier blue, I sing through the [E] stars like a singing.
[B] There's a whole lot of [A] heaven in a woman's eyes, a whole lot of [E] pain in a rich man's eyes.
Money can't buy you love, money can't buy you [B] love.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[B] Hail to the [A] chief and the soldier blue, I sing through the [B] stars like a singing.
There's a whole lot of [E] heaven in a woman's [A] eyes, a whole lot of [E] pain in a rich man's [B] eyes.
Money can't [E] buy you love, money can't buy you love.
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#m] _ [E] Like a rodeo bull in a child's ballet, [A] he lived his life [E] in danger. _
I could tell one thing by the songs he'd sing, [A] that love was [E] not a stranger.
To [B] the man, leader [A] of the band, playing [E] at the funeral _ of the king.
_ You could see him run in the morning sun, [A] and some say he [E] was flying. _
When he sang, his eyes were clear, [A] and he had no fear [E] of dying.
Not [B] the man, leader [A] of the band, playing [E] at the funeral _ of the king.
_ [B] Hail to the chief [E] and the soldier blue, [A] I sing through the stars [E] like a singing.
There's a whole lot of heaven in a woman's eyes, [A] a whole lot of pain [E] in a rich man's eyes.
Money can't buy you love, money can't buy you love. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _