A Cowboy Like Me Chords by Chris Ledoux
Tempo:
167.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
C
G
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[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] .
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] _ .