Indian Cowboy (Joe Ely) If you (C)ever go (G7)out to the c(C)ircus Where the Wallendas walk on the w(G)ire I'll (C)tell you a tale to rem(F)ember When the wh(C)ite horses le(G7)ap rings of f(C)ire It was a (C) cold n(G7)ight in Okla(C)homa The show was about to be(G)gin The an(C)imals they were all r(F)estless
When the (C)star-pony b(G7)roke from her (C)pen Now s(C)he was a m(G7)are of high sp(C)irit Like a whore on a Saturday n(G)ight Just k(C)ickin' and f**kin' past the men who were br(F)ushin' The e(C)lephants l(G7)ying on their s(C)ides Well cl(C)ose to the t(G7)ent sat some la(C)nterns Dangerously next to the h(G)ay That m(C)are headed straight for those la(F)nterns That some f(C)ool had put (G7)there by m(C)istake Well (C)up steps some (G7)Indian C(C)owboy His lasso went whirlin' through the a(G)ir In the f(C)ull dead-middle of da(F)nger He r(C)oped that (G7)runaway m(C)are The elep(C)hants raised (G7)up their tr(C)umpets Two of them broke from their ch(G)ains And stam(C)peded that Indian Co(F)wboy Who had s(C)aved the b(G7)ig-top from fl(C)ames So if (C)you ever go (G7)out to the c(C)ircus Where the Wallendas walk on the w(G)ire Reme(C)mber that Indian C(F)owboy When the wh(C)ite horses l(G7)eap rings of f(C)ire (G7)O--h, rings of f(C)ire