Chords for We Were the Vaqueros

Tempo:
155.7 bpm
Chords used:

C#m

F#

G#m

E

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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We Were the Vaqueros chords
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There's a wall of horses [C#m] and humans rising [F#] up like [G#m] crimson pie.
Horses are bearing down [C#m] on all the cattle, [F#] black and red and [G#m] brindle hides.
We [E] ride out in [B]
tapaderos, [F#] part of the armor [C#m] as we go.
[G#m] That's how stories became [C#m] our glory.
[G#] We're worth of a carol.
[G#m]
We ride out in early [C#m] morning
[F#] and it's a [G#] sight to [G#m] behold.
Morning sun shines [C#m] down in glory [F#] on the silver, on the spade bits that [G#m] we roar.
Sitting [E] tall and [B] riding high, [F#] full of wisdom and [C#m] of pride.
[G#m] That's how stories became [C#m] our glory.
[F#] We're worth [G#] of a carol.
[G#m] [E]
Horses hoofs punch [B] holes in the sand as we [F#] ride across this [C#m] desert land.
Old [E] woollen mantas tied [B] on the cellos, [F#] long riatas [C#m] on the side.
[G#m] That's how stories became [C#m] our glory.
[F#]
We're worth of [G#m] a carol.
[E]
[B]
[F#]
[C#m]
[E]
[G#] [B]
[F#]
[C#m]
[G#m]
[C#m]
[F#] [G#]
[G#m]
There's a wall of horses [C#m] and humans [F#] rising up like crimson
[C#m] pie.
[G#]
[G#m]
100%  ➙  156BPM
C#m
13421114
F#
134211112
G#m
123111114
E
2311
B
12341112
C#m
13421114
F#
134211112
G#m
123111114
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There's a wall _ of horses [C#m] and humans _ _ _ rising [F#] _ _ _ _ up like [G#m] crimson pie. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Horses are bearing down [C#m] on all the cattle, _ [F#] _ _ black and red and [G#m] brindle hides. _ _
We [E] ride out _ _ in _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
tapaderos, _ [F#] _ part of the armor [C#m] as we _ go. _
_ _ [G#m] That's how _ stories _ _ became [C#m] our _ glory.
_ _ _ [G#] _ We're _ _ _ worth of a carol. _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ We ride out _ _ in early [C#m] _ morning _
_ _ _ [F#] and _ it's a [G#] sight to [G#m] _ behold. _
_ _ _ Morning _ _ sun shines [C#m] down in _ glory _ _ _ [F#] on the silver, on the spade bits that [G#m] we _ roar.
_ _ Sitting [E] _ _ tall _ and [B] riding _ _ high, _ _ _ [F#] _ _ full of wisdom and [C#m] of _ pride.
_ _ _ [G#m] That's how _ stories _ _ became [C#m] our _ glory.
_ _ _ [F#] We're _ _ _ _ worth [G#] of a carol.
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
Horses _ hoofs punch [B] holes in the sand as we [F#] ride _ across this [C#m] desert _ _ land.
_ Old [E] woollen _ _ mantas tied [B] on the _ _ _ _ cellos, _ [F#] _ _ long riatas _ [C#m] on the _ _ side.
_ [G#m] That's how _ stories _ _ became [C#m] our glory.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ We're worth of [G#m] a carol.
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