Cowboy In His Soul Chords

A COWBOY IN HIS SOUL
Bradley Walker
 
[Verse 1]
          C                              F
He was a good hand breakin’ horses, pure poison with a rope
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He lives for strong, black coffee and the rollin’ of his smokes
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He throws a leg up on ol’ Ranger, sticks a rowel into his hide
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Saddled there in his easy chair, through his memory he still rides
 
[Verse 2]
      C                                     F
While shakin’ out a good loop he flicks his ashes on the floor
       C                Am               F                 C
He’s a brandin’ for Sam Williams, who he loved the workin’ for
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In the air he draws a picture with a cigarette in his hand
       C                Am                  F       G      C
As his fingers make the last stroke, in the smoke I see the brand
 
[Chorus]
       G                                   F                  C
Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn’t choose his line of work
           F             C             D7              G
There’s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt
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Well, I’d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago
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‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
 
[Break]
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Am   G   F   G
 
[Verse 4]
       C                      F
In the middle of the story he pushes out of his chair
  C          Am              F              C
Shuffles out to the barn and hollars me out there
   C                                     F
He points up to his saddle in that dusty hideaway
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He says he’d like to give it to me, but he might need it someday
 
[Chorus]
       G                                   F                  C
Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn’t choose his line of work
           F             C             D7              G
There’s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt
          C                 Am      G        Am       F
Well, I’d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago
                C             Am        G              F      G      C
‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
                C              Am       G                    F      G      C
‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man. . . . He put a cowboy in his soul
 
[Final Break]
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Am   G   F   C
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