If I had to call all those E5’s Em or E, I’d call them E,
but they should be as E5 as possible, with an occasional E7#9.
I play the G A over an open A.
| G | A | |
| E5 | G | A |
| x 2 |
| E5 | |
| His | eyes are cold and restless |
| A | E5 | |
| His | wounds have almost | healed |
| A | E5 | |
| And | she’d give half of | Texas |
| A | E5 | |
| Just to | change the way he | feels |
Vox up to the 1 on “knows”
| E5 | |
| She | knows his love’s in Tulsa |
| A | |
| And she | knows he’s gonna go |
It starts to become a major chord here
| E5 | |
| Well it | ain’t no woman flesh and blood |
| B7 | |
| It’s that | damned old rodeo |
| E | |
| Well it’s | bulls and blood, it’s dust and mud |
| A | E | |
| It’s the | roar of a Sunday | crowd |
| E | |
| It’s the | white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle |
| B7 | D | B | |
| He’ll | win the next go ‘round |
| E | |
| It’s | boots and chaps, it’s cowboy hats |
| A | E | |
| It’s | spurs and lati | go, it’s the ropes and the reins |
| B7 | E5 | |
| And the joy and the pain and they | call the thing rode | o |
| E5 | G | A |
| x 2 |
| E5 | |
| She | does her best to hold him |
| A | E5 | |
| When | his love comes to | call |
| A | E5 | |
| But his | need for it cont | rols him |
| A | E5 | |
| And her | back’s against the | wall |
| E5 | |
| And it’s | so long girl I’ll see you |
| A | A | G | |
| When it’s | time for him to go |
| E5 | |
| You know the | woman wants her cowboy |
| B7 | |
| Like he | wants his rodeo |
| E | |
| Well it’s | bulls and blood, it’s dust and mud |
| A | E | |
| It’s the | roar of a Sunday | crowd |
| E | |
| It’s the | white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle |
| B7 | D | B | |
| He’ll | win the next go ‘round |
| E | |
| It’s | boots and chaps, it’s cowboy hats |
| A | E | |
| It’s | spurs and lati | go, it’s the ropes and the reins |
| B7 | E5 | |
| And the joy and the pain and they | call the thing rode | o |
| E5 | G | A |
| x 2 |
| E7 | |
| It’ll | drive a cowboy crazy |
| A | E7 | |
| It’ll | drive a man in | sane |
| A | E5 | |
| And he’ll | sell off every | thing he owns |
| A | E5 |
| Just to pay to play the | game |
| E5 | |
| And a | broken home and some broken bones |
| A | |
| Is | all he’ll have to show |
| E5 | |
| For | all the years that he spent chasin’ |
| B7 | |
| This | dream they call rodeo |
| E | |
| Well it’s | bulls and blood, it’s dust and mud |
| A | E | |
| It’s the | roar of a Sunday | crowd |
| E | |
| It’s the | white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle |
| B7 | D | B | |
| He’ll | win the next go ‘round |
| E | |
| It’s | boots and chaps, it’s cowboy hats |
| A | E | |
| It’s | spurs and lati | go, it’s the ropes and the reins |
| B7 | E5 | |
| And the joy and the pain and they | call the thing rode | o |
| E5 | |
| It’s the | broncs and the blood |
It’s the steers and the mud
| B7 | E5 | |
| And they | call the thing rode | o |
Fade on
| E5 | G | A |
| x 2 |