Chords for Rodeo (live)
Tempo:
86.85 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
Em
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[Em] [A] [E]
[A] [E] His eyes are cold and restless, [A] and his wounds have almost [E] [Em] tabled.
He'd give [E] half a Texan's to change the way he feels.
She knows his loves and tosses, [A] she knows he's a gummy dog.
[A]
[E] There ain't no woman in flesh and [B] blood, it's that damned old roadie gone.
Oh, well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure of a [E] Sunday crap.
White in the knuckles, the gold in [B] the buckle, Gilwin, the next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy [A] hats, it's spurred and laddie gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the pain, and [B] they call the [E] thing roadie gone.
[A] [E]
[A] [E] She felt the best of the poor, [A] when his love [E] comes a call.
[A] But his need for [E] red controls him, [A] and he backs [E] against the wall.
And it's so long girl, I've seen you go, and it's [A] time for him to go.
[Em] You know the [E] woman wants her cowboy, [B] like he wants his roadie gone.
Oh, [E] well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure of a Sunday [E] crap.
White in the knuckles, the gold in the [B] buckle, Gilwin, the next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy hats, [A] it's spurred [E] and laddie gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the [B] pain, and they call the thing [E] roadie gone.
[A] [E]
It'll drive the cowboy crazy, [A] it'll drive the men [E] insane.
[A] [Em] She'll sell off [E] everything he owns, just to pay to play her game.
And it's broken bones and broken homes, [A] all he'll have to show.
For all the years that he's been chasing [B] this dream they call roadie gone.
Oh, [E] well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure [E] of a Sunday crap.
It's the white in the knuckles, the gold in the [B] buckle, Gilwin, the [D] next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy hats, [A] it's spurred and laddie [E] gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the [B] pain, and they call the thing [E] roadie gone.
It's bronze and the blood, it's tears and mud, and [B] they call the thing [E] roadie gone.
Gone, gone.
[A] [E] [Em]
[A] [E]
[A]
[Em]
[N]
Gone.
[Em] [A] [E]
[A] [E] His eyes are cold and restless, [A] and his wounds have almost [E] [Em] tabled.
He'd give [E] half a Texan's to change the way he feels.
She knows his loves and tosses, [A] she knows he's a gummy dog.
[A]
[E] There ain't no woman in flesh and [B] blood, it's that damned old roadie gone.
Oh, well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure of a [E] Sunday crap.
White in the knuckles, the gold in [B] the buckle, Gilwin, the next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy [A] hats, it's spurred and laddie gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the pain, and [B] they call the [E] thing roadie gone.
[A] [E]
[A] [E] She felt the best of the poor, [A] when his love [E] comes a call.
[A] But his need for [E] red controls him, [A] and he backs [E] against the wall.
And it's so long girl, I've seen you go, and it's [A] time for him to go.
[Em] You know the [E] woman wants her cowboy, [B] like he wants his roadie gone.
Oh, [E] well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure of a Sunday [E] crap.
White in the knuckles, the gold in the [B] buckle, Gilwin, the next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy hats, [A] it's spurred [E] and laddie gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the [B] pain, and they call the thing [E] roadie gone.
[A] [E]
It'll drive the cowboy crazy, [A] it'll drive the men [E] insane.
[A] [Em] She'll sell off [E] everything he owns, just to pay to play her game.
And it's broken bones and broken homes, [A] all he'll have to show.
For all the years that he's been chasing [B] this dream they call roadie gone.
Oh, [E] well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure [E] of a Sunday crap.
It's the white in the knuckles, the gold in the [B] buckle, Gilwin, the [D] next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy hats, [A] it's spurred and laddie [E] gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the [B] pain, and they call the thing [E] roadie gone.
It's bronze and the blood, it's tears and mud, and [B] they call the thing [E] roadie gone.
Gone, gone.
[A] [E] [Em]
[A] [E]
[A]
[Em]
[N]
Gone.
Key:
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[Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] [E] His eyes are cold and restless, [A] and his wounds have almost [E] _ [Em] tabled.
He'd give [E] half a Texan's to change the way he feels. _
She knows his loves and tosses, [A] she knows he's a gummy dog.
[A] _
_ [E] There ain't no woman in flesh and [B] blood, it's that damned old roadie gone.
Oh, well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure of a [E] Sunday crap.
White in the knuckles, the gold in [B] the buckle, Gilwin, the next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy [A] hats, it's spurred and laddie gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the pain, and [B] they call the [E] thing roadie gone. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] [E] She felt the best of the poor, [A] when his love [E] comes a call.
_ [A] But his need for [E] red controls him, [A] and he backs [E] against the wall.
And it's so long girl, I've seen you go, and it's [A] time for him to go. _
[Em] You know the [E] woman wants her cowboy, [B] like he wants his roadie gone.
Oh, [E] well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure of a Sunday [E] crap.
White in the knuckles, the gold in the [B] buckle, Gilwin, the next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy hats, [A] it's spurred [E] and laddie gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the [B] pain, and they call the thing [E] roadie gone. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ It'll drive the cowboy crazy, [A] it'll drive the men [E] insane.
_ [A] _ [Em] She'll sell off [E] everything he owns, just to pay to play her game.
_ And it's broken bones and broken homes, [A] all he'll have to show. _
For all the years that he's been chasing [B] this dream they call roadie gone.
Oh, [E] well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure [E] of a Sunday crap.
It's the white in the knuckles, the gold in the [B] buckle, Gilwin, the [D] next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy hats, [A] it's spurred and laddie [E] gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the [B] pain, and they call the thing [E] roadie gone. _
It's bronze and the blood, it's tears and mud, and [B] they call the thing [E] roadie gone. _
Gone, gone.
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Gone. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] [E] His eyes are cold and restless, [A] and his wounds have almost [E] _ [Em] tabled.
He'd give [E] half a Texan's to change the way he feels. _
She knows his loves and tosses, [A] she knows he's a gummy dog.
[A] _
_ [E] There ain't no woman in flesh and [B] blood, it's that damned old roadie gone.
Oh, well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure of a [E] Sunday crap.
White in the knuckles, the gold in [B] the buckle, Gilwin, the next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy [A] hats, it's spurred and laddie gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the pain, and [B] they call the [E] thing roadie gone. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] [E] She felt the best of the poor, [A] when his love [E] comes a call.
_ [A] But his need for [E] red controls him, [A] and he backs [E] against the wall.
And it's so long girl, I've seen you go, and it's [A] time for him to go. _
[Em] You know the [E] woman wants her cowboy, [B] like he wants his roadie gone.
Oh, [E] well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure of a Sunday [E] crap.
White in the knuckles, the gold in the [B] buckle, Gilwin, the next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy hats, [A] it's spurred [E] and laddie gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the [B] pain, and they call the thing [E] roadie gone. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ It'll drive the cowboy crazy, [A] it'll drive the men [E] insane.
_ [A] _ [Em] She'll sell off [E] everything he owns, just to pay to play her game.
_ And it's broken bones and broken homes, [A] all he'll have to show. _
For all the years that he's been chasing [B] this dream they call roadie gone.
Oh, [E] well it's the blood, it's the dusted blood, [A] it's the lure [E] of a Sunday crap.
It's the white in the knuckles, the gold in the [B] buckle, Gilwin, the [D] next screw around.
[E] It's the chaps, it's cowboy hats, [A] it's spurred and laddie [E] gold.
It's ropes and rakes and the joy and the [B] pain, and they call the thing [E] roadie gone. _
It's bronze and the blood, it's tears and mud, and [B] they call the thing [E] roadie gone. _
Gone, gone.
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Gone. _ _ _ _ _ _