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Patanio The Pride Of The Plains chords

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C                              G7        C
You look at the picture with a wondering eye

                             G7            C
And then at the arrow that's hanging close by

                    F             C
Say tell a story as there's one I know

                             G7         C
Of a horse I once owned down in New Mexico


                                G7         C
He was swift as an antelope and black as a crow

                               G7           C
With a star on his forehead as white as the snow

                                F            C
His arched neck was hidden by a long flowing mane

                                G7           C
And they called him Patanio the pride of the plains 


                             G7            C
The country was new then the settlers were scarce

                                G7         C
The Indians on the warpath were savage and fierce

                          F            C
Scouts were sent out everyday from the post

                               G7             C
But they never came back so we knew they were lost

  
                         G7           C
One day the Captain said someone must go

                       G7         C
For help to the border of New Mexico

                               F            C
A dozen brave fellows straight way answered here

                                G7            C
But the Captain he spied me and said son come here


                      G7         C
Patanio beside me his nose in my hand

                                   G7          C
Said the captain your horse is the best in the land

                                     F            C
You're good for this ride you're the lightest man here

                            G7                C
On the back of that mustang you've nothing to fear


                          G7             C
I'm proud of my horse sir I answered you know

                       G7         C
Patanio and I are both willing to go

                          F             C
They all shook my hand as I mounted the black

                           G7           C
Patanio sped forward and I gave him his slack


                               G7             C
For eighty long miles over the plains we must go

                       G7         C
For help to the border of New Mexico

                            F              C
The black struck a trot and he kept it all night

                          G7           C
Till just as the east was beginning to light


                               G7            C
When back from behind me there came a fierce yell

                               G7         C
We knew that the redskins were hot on our trail

                          F            C
I rose up and jingled the bells on his rein
 
                                 G7              C
And I stoked his neck softly and I called him by name


                            G7          C
He answered my touch with a toss of his head

                              G7           C
And his black body lengthened as onward he sped

                         F               C
The arrows fell round me like showers of rain

                         G7           C
When in my left leg oh I felt a sharp pain


                               G7        C
The red blood was flowing from Patanio's side

                                G7       C
But he never once shortened his powerful stride

                      F           C
Patanio poor fellow I knew he was hurt

                           G7            C
But still he dashed onward and on to the fort


                         G7          C
By good care Patanio and I were soon well

                                 G7          C
Of his death long years after it hurts me to tell

                               F             C
They write songs about him the cowboys still sing

                           G7           C
The legend lives on of his long flowing mane


                          G7           C
So look at the arrow that hangs on the wall

                                G7          C
It was shot through my leg boot stirrup and all

                         F               C
On many fine horses I've since drawn the reins

                          G7           C
But none like Patanio the pride of the plains

            
            
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