Ropin' Pen written by Willmon/Kinney Album: "A Little More Livin'" INTRO: D D Every Friday afternoon I hitch up the trailer G
Saddle up Ol' Rock and ice down the cooler Bm A D Drive that backroad until it ends at the ropin' pen D There's rusted out pick-ups and fancy rigs G Twenty thousand dollar horses, then there's my old stick Bm A D But we're all the same the minute we ride in to the ropin' pen CHORUS: C G D Well I ain't no Clay'O or Speed C G A7 But I give her hell, hell you never can tell, someday I just might be D We'll turn a few steers and tell a few lies G Kick back in the saddle and philosophize Bm A Most of life's problems, we can probably solve 'em D At the ropin' pen SOLO We don't do it for the money, hell we're always broke Just ask my old buddy Nathan what he paid to rope He lost a couple wives, half the fingers on his hands too the ropin' pen And it takes a little skill and a little luck And you can talk smack if you can back it up Ah but we're all friends no matter who wins here at the ropin' pen CHORUS: C G D Well I ain't no Clay'O or Speed C G A7 But I give her hell, hell you never can tell, someday just I just might be D We'll turn another pen of steers and tell a few more lies G Drink another beer and hypothesize Bm A Most of life's problems, hell we're gonna solve 'em D At the ropin' pen Bm A D See you all again next weekend here at the ropin' pen D At the ropin' pen D Down at the ropin' pen D At the ropin' pen OUTRO: D