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Buckaroo Man Chords

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Capo 1


Am         G           F       E
Sleep in a bed role of canvas
Am            G            E
As no-see-ums feed on your ears
Am             G              F          E
Wind blows the dust just like buckshot
      F                   G             E
And I ain't never seen it rain much out here

Am             G            F        E
Smell your own sweat in the evenin'
       F         G          E   
I wash up at the galvanized tank
        F          G          C                       Am   
Nearest town forty miles, the cook here he don't smile
    F               E          Am
And all these young horses are rank


           Dm          G           C              Am
But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo
  F               G         E
I hope to tie one on when I can
   Dm               G          C                Am 
My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much
     F          E            Am
But I'm a sure enough, a Buckaroo Man


Am         G           F       E
Cold fingers stiff in the mornin'
Am            G            E
By noon it's a hundred and three

Am             G              F          E
Five year old slicks in the canyon
      F            G             E
And never a hint of a breeze


Am             G            F        E
Jug-headed hollow-back ponies
F         G          E   
Provide all with hours of grief
F                     G      C            Am   
There's snakes in the shade, choya on the grade
F               E          Am
And a half a ton of grit between my teeth

Chorus X 3
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