A Cowboy Like Me Chords by Chris Ledoux
Tempo:
167.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
C
G
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Key:
D
C
G
Am
D
C
G
Am
[D] .
[C] .
[D] .
[C] .
Just [D] barely 18 when [C] the great war [D] was through.
.
Riding, fighting [C] was all that [D] I knew.
.
Hard life and death [C] was all that [D] I'd seen.
Riding hell-bent for leather in [C] search of a [D] dream.
.
I rode drag on a herd up [C] the old Chisholm [D] Trail.
.
Straight through Oklahoma [C] to Dodge [D] City's jail.
My hard, dusty wages [C] played out way [D] too soon.
on whiskey and keno at [C] the Long Branch [D] .
Saloon.
.
[G] And all I have [D] left [G] are my stories to [D] tell.
[G] .
Heaven's too [D] far [C] and I'm plumb scared [D] of hell.
.
[G] Nobody [D].
wants [G] this pain and [D] misery,.
but [G] there's still some who think they can [C] be.
.
A [G] .
cowboy [D] like [C] me .
[D] spent .
[C] .
[D] one lonely winter [C] in an old iron [D].
shack.
with beans in my belly [C] and rain on [D] my back.
Rashing a coffee [C] in a mountain [D] of snow.
with cattle that tend [C] to it 40 [D] below.
.
.
Then it's back for the roundup [Am] in April or [D] May.
You round up the calves, boys, [C] and you cut out the [D] .
strays.
And you might touch a woman [C] before the long [D] summer ends.
.
Then it's back to the line [C] shack and do it all [D] again.
.
.
[G] And all I [D] have left [G] are my stories [D] to tell.
[G] Heaven's [D] too far and [C] I'm plumb [D] scared of hell.
[G] .
[D] Nobody wants [G] this pain and [D] misery,.
[G] but there's still some who think they [C] can be.
[G] .
A cowboy [D].
like me.
[C] .
[D] .
I've [C] .
[D] .
given some bad guys a [C] hard way to [D] go.
.
I busted my bones in them [C] old-time [D] rodeos.
.
I might have stretched truth, [C] Lord, but I've never [D] lied.
.
Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the [C] scars in [D] my side?
.
Well, I rode with Cole Younger, [C].
I knew Jesse [D] James.
.
Me and old Wyatt [C] used to ride [D] on the range.
and men all said sir to [C] my Colt [D] .
45.
.
I was with Hickok [C] the night [D] that he died.
.
[G].
And all I [D] have left [G] are my stories [D] to tell.
[G] .
Heaven's [D] too far and [C] I'm plumb [D] scared of hell.
.
[G] Nobody [D].
wants [G] this pain and [D].
misery,.
but [G] there's still some who think they [C] can be.
.
[G] A cowboy [D] like me.
[C] [D] .
[C] .
[D] .
[C] .
[D] .
.
.
.
[N] .
[C] .
[D] .
[C] .
Just [D] barely 18 when [C] the great war [D] was through.
.
Riding, fighting [C] was all that [D] I knew.
.
Hard life and death [C] was all that [D] I'd seen.
Riding hell-bent for leather in [C] search of a [D] dream.
.
I rode drag on a herd up [C] the old Chisholm [D] Trail.
.
Straight through Oklahoma [C] to Dodge [D] City's jail.
My hard, dusty wages [C] played out way [D] too soon.
on whiskey and keno at [C] the Long Branch [D] .
Saloon.
.
[G] And all I have [D] left [G] are my stories to [D] tell.
[G] .
Heaven's too [D] far [C] and I'm plumb scared [D] of hell.
.
[G] Nobody [D].
wants [G] this pain and [D] misery,.
but [G] there's still some who think they can [C] be.
.
A [G] .
cowboy [D] like [C] me .
[D] spent .
[C] .
[D] one lonely winter [C] in an old iron [D].
shack.
with beans in my belly [C] and rain on [D] my back.
Rashing a coffee [C] in a mountain [D] of snow.
with cattle that tend [C] to it 40 [D] below.
.
.
Then it's back for the roundup [Am] in April or [D] May.
You round up the calves, boys, [C] and you cut out the [D] .
strays.
And you might touch a woman [C] before the long [D] summer ends.
.
Then it's back to the line [C] shack and do it all [D] again.
.
.
[G] And all I [D] have left [G] are my stories [D] to tell.
[G] Heaven's [D] too far and [C] I'm plumb [D] scared of hell.
[G] .
[D] Nobody wants [G] this pain and [D] misery,.
[G] but there's still some who think they [C] can be.
[G] .
A cowboy [D].
like me.
[C] .
[D] .
I've [C] .
[D] .
given some bad guys a [C] hard way to [D] go.
.
I busted my bones in them [C] old-time [D] rodeos.
.
I might have stretched truth, [C] Lord, but I've never [D] lied.
.
Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the [C] scars in [D] my side?
.
Well, I rode with Cole Younger, [C].
I knew Jesse [D] James.
.
Me and old Wyatt [C] used to ride [D] on the range.
and men all said sir to [C] my Colt [D] .
45.
.
I was with Hickok [C] the night [D] that he died.
.
[G].
And all I [D] have left [G] are my stories [D] to tell.
[G] .
Heaven's [D] too far and [C] I'm plumb [D] scared of hell.
.
[G] Nobody [D].
wants [G] this pain and [D].
misery,.
but [G] there's still some who think they [C] can be.
.
[G] A cowboy [D] like me.
[C] [D] .
[C] .
[D] .
[C] .
[D] .
.
.
.
[N] .