I saw that there was a request for this song so, this is what I found.
Again, it's off of Chris LeDoux's web page, and they say it was his oun hand-
written music. Now, I tried to play it with the chords he has for this song
and it didn't sound very good. But, this was arranged by Chris LeDoux,
so I would think he know's something I don't.
I have revised this a little. I found out that Chris LeDoux, in some of his songs,
played them with a capo on the third fret. All the notes I have are accurate,
but you just need to capo the 3rd fret and use these chord positions for the ones I have
posted........
C shape chord is Eb, G is a Bb, D7 is a F7, G7 is Bb7, Fm is Ab.
I'm not so sure about some of these, so please let me know the right
ones so I can fix this, thank you.
1st verse
[Eb] [Ab]
I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flying U
[Bb] [Eb]
At forty a month, a plum good buckaroo
[Eb] [Eb] [Ab]
Well, the boss comes around and he says,"Hey, my lad,
[Bb] [Bb] [Eb]
Well you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad."
[Ab] [Eb]
You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break,
[Eb] [F7] [Bb7]
But I'll buy you a ticket, and I'll give you a stake
[Eb] [Ab] [Ab]
At ridin' them bad one's well you ain't so slow
[Bb7] [Eb]
And you might do some good at the big rodeo.
2nd verse
While they're a puttin' the bull in the chute,
I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull over and to my surprise
Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eye's.
On top of his shoulders he's got a big hump
I cinches my riggin' just back of that lump
I lands in his middle and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream.
3rd verse
Well, he jumps to the left, and he lands toward the right
But I ain't no greenhorn - I'm still sitting tight
The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin.
At sunnin' his belly he couldn't be beat
He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
He's a dippin' so low that my boots fill with dirt
He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt.
4th verse
He's a snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes
He's a buckin' and a bawling and a blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
Well, he needed no help,but I had my hands full.
Then went to fence rowin' and a weavin' behind
My head went to poppin' - I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin'- I lets out a groan
We went up together, but he come back alone.
5th verse
Up high I turns over and below I can see
He's a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
Sayin' " Here lies a twister who thought he was good."
I notices somethin' don't seem can be true
But the brand on his hip was a big Flyin' U
When I landed he charged, but I got enough sense
I out run that old bull to the hole in the fence.
Tag
I dives through that hole and I want you to know
I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo
At a straddlin' them brahmas you can bet I'm all through
So I'm sore footin' it back to the old Flyin' U.
I hope this helps someone and I hope someone can help me.
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