Prairie Fire Chords by Marty Robbins
Tempo:
134.35 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
A
Gm
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm]
While driving a herd of [Gm] cattle out in old Nebraska way, heading east at Broken [A] Bow on a hot [Dm] September day, trying to get to Omaha we hoped to find a [Gm] fire, we never [Dm] counted in the [A] odds of a western [Fm] prairie fire.
A [Dm] hot south wind was blowing and [Gm] the air was [Dm] getting dry, something far away was [A] spelling trouble in [Dm] the sky, coming closer was [Gm] a sound that [Dm] talked the devil's quiet, [G] then we knew we'd have to race [A] a raging [Dm] prairie fire.
When all [C] at once a flame is seen [Bb] a-licking at [A] the sky, [Dm] and [C] every heart is [Bb] quickening and there's fear in [A] every eye, [Dm] we've just one chance to get [G] away or there's no place to hide, gotta reach [Dm] the river flat, what is [A] deep and one [D] mile wide.
[G]
[Dm] The herd is getting tired but [Cm] we've got [Dm] no time to rest, [Gm] I try to clear [Dm] the red dust that [A] is gathered in [Dm] my chest, riding tail on a [Gm] thousand head with the weather getting [F] dry, the [Gm] black cloud in the [Dm] west is warning ride, ride, ride.
The roaring heat [C] is close, [Fm] the ice is falling by [A] our [Dm] side, and every beast [C] and bird is [Bb] fleeing with its [A] warning cry, [Dm] we've got to [G] reach the rest till ten [Dm] miles or more, and close behind us we [A] can hear that wild [Dm] inferno.
But fate had other plans before [G] we lost that fatal race, we lost for neither [Dm] man nor beast [A] could long keep [Dm] up the pace, the mighty flat subdued its rage [Gm] but none were there [G] to rest, we did our best [Dm] to get away but only I am left.
Now on the [Bb] blackened prairie far as the eye [A] can see, [Dm] the grin [C] remains on their show [Bb] that God chose [A] you and me, [Dm] just one he left to tell the [Gm] tale, just one was [Dm] his desire, [Gm] we lost the [Dm] herd and thirty [A] men to a raging [Dm] prairie fire.
While driving a herd of [Gm] cattle out in old Nebraska way, heading east at Broken [A] Bow on a hot [Dm] September day, trying to get to Omaha we hoped to find a [Gm] fire, we never [Dm] counted in the [A] odds of a western [Fm] prairie fire.
A [Dm] hot south wind was blowing and [Gm] the air was [Dm] getting dry, something far away was [A] spelling trouble in [Dm] the sky, coming closer was [Gm] a sound that [Dm] talked the devil's quiet, [G] then we knew we'd have to race [A] a raging [Dm] prairie fire.
When all [C] at once a flame is seen [Bb] a-licking at [A] the sky, [Dm] and [C] every heart is [Bb] quickening and there's fear in [A] every eye, [Dm] we've just one chance to get [G] away or there's no place to hide, gotta reach [Dm] the river flat, what is [A] deep and one [D] mile wide.
[G]
[Dm] The herd is getting tired but [Cm] we've got [Dm] no time to rest, [Gm] I try to clear [Dm] the red dust that [A] is gathered in [Dm] my chest, riding tail on a [Gm] thousand head with the weather getting [F] dry, the [Gm] black cloud in the [Dm] west is warning ride, ride, ride.
The roaring heat [C] is close, [Fm] the ice is falling by [A] our [Dm] side, and every beast [C] and bird is [Bb] fleeing with its [A] warning cry, [Dm] we've got to [G] reach the rest till ten [Dm] miles or more, and close behind us we [A] can hear that wild [Dm] inferno.
But fate had other plans before [G] we lost that fatal race, we lost for neither [Dm] man nor beast [A] could long keep [Dm] up the pace, the mighty flat subdued its rage [Gm] but none were there [G] to rest, we did our best [Dm] to get away but only I am left.
Now on the [Bb] blackened prairie far as the eye [A] can see, [Dm] the grin [C] remains on their show [Bb] that God chose [A] you and me, [Dm] just one he left to tell the [Gm] tale, just one was [Dm] his desire, [Gm] we lost the [Dm] herd and thirty [A] men to a raging [Dm] prairie fire.
Key:
Dm
A
Gm
G
C
Dm
A
Gm
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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While driving a herd of [Gm] cattle out in old Nebraska way, heading east at Broken [A] Bow on a hot [Dm] September day, trying to get to Omaha we hoped to find a [Gm] fire, we never [Dm] counted in the [A] odds of a western [Fm] prairie fire.
A [Dm] hot south wind was blowing and [Gm] the air was [Dm] getting dry, something far away was [A] spelling trouble in [Dm] the sky, coming closer was [Gm] a sound that [Dm] talked the devil's quiet, [G] then we knew we'd have to race [A] a raging [Dm] prairie fire. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ When all [C] at once a flame is seen [Bb] a-licking at [A] the sky, [Dm] and [C] every heart is [Bb] quickening and there's fear in [A] every eye, [Dm] we've just one chance to get [G] away or there's no place to hide, gotta reach [Dm] the river flat, what is [A] deep and one [D] mile wide.
[G] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ The herd is getting tired but [Cm] we've got [Dm] no time to rest, [Gm] I try to clear [Dm] the red dust that [A] is gathered in [Dm] my chest, riding tail on a [Gm] thousand head with the weather getting [F] dry, the [Gm] black cloud in the [Dm] west is warning ride, ride, ride. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The roaring heat [C] is close, [Fm] the ice is falling by [A] our [Dm] side, and every beast [C] and bird is [Bb] fleeing with its [A] warning cry, [Dm] we've got to [G] reach the rest till ten [Dm] miles or more, and close behind us we [A] can hear that wild _ [Dm] inferno. _
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_ But fate had other plans before [G] we lost that fatal race, we lost for neither [Dm] man nor beast [A] could long keep [Dm] up the pace, the mighty flat subdued its rage [Gm] but none were there [G] to rest, we did our best [Dm] to get away but only I am left.
_ Now on the [Bb] blackened prairie far as the eye [A] can see, [Dm] the grin [C] remains on their show [Bb] that God chose [A] you and me, [Dm] just one he left to tell the [Gm] tale, just one was [Dm] his desire, [Gm] we lost the [Dm] herd and thirty [A] men to a raging [Dm] prairie fire. _ _
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While driving a herd of [Gm] cattle out in old Nebraska way, heading east at Broken [A] Bow on a hot [Dm] September day, trying to get to Omaha we hoped to find a [Gm] fire, we never [Dm] counted in the [A] odds of a western [Fm] prairie fire.
A [Dm] hot south wind was blowing and [Gm] the air was [Dm] getting dry, something far away was [A] spelling trouble in [Dm] the sky, coming closer was [Gm] a sound that [Dm] talked the devil's quiet, [G] then we knew we'd have to race [A] a raging [Dm] prairie fire. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ When all [C] at once a flame is seen [Bb] a-licking at [A] the sky, [Dm] and [C] every heart is [Bb] quickening and there's fear in [A] every eye, [Dm] we've just one chance to get [G] away or there's no place to hide, gotta reach [Dm] the river flat, what is [A] deep and one [D] mile wide.
[G] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ The herd is getting tired but [Cm] we've got [Dm] no time to rest, [Gm] I try to clear [Dm] the red dust that [A] is gathered in [Dm] my chest, riding tail on a [Gm] thousand head with the weather getting [F] dry, the [Gm] black cloud in the [Dm] west is warning ride, ride, ride. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The roaring heat [C] is close, [Fm] the ice is falling by [A] our [Dm] side, and every beast [C] and bird is [Bb] fleeing with its [A] warning cry, [Dm] we've got to [G] reach the rest till ten [Dm] miles or more, and close behind us we [A] can hear that wild _ [Dm] inferno. _
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_ But fate had other plans before [G] we lost that fatal race, we lost for neither [Dm] man nor beast [A] could long keep [Dm] up the pace, the mighty flat subdued its rage [Gm] but none were there [G] to rest, we did our best [Dm] to get away but only I am left.
_ Now on the [Bb] blackened prairie far as the eye [A] can see, [Dm] the grin [C] remains on their show [Bb] that God chose [A] you and me, [Dm] just one he left to tell the [Gm] tale, just one was [Dm] his desire, [Gm] we lost the [Dm] herd and thirty [A] men to a raging [Dm] prairie fire. _ _
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