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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse]
E
Well it's sunday at the Round-up and I'm feelin' bad
I don't know how many shots of whiskey I've had
A
it all started Wednesday, oh early that morn'
E
and every two hours a new soldier was born
B A
we'd bless each soldier as the numbers did grow
E
with names like Jose Cuervo, Jim Bean, and Old Crow
E
Then it's off to the rodeo with tickets in hand
to hear the national anthem from our high school band
A
Up in the grandstands the crowd yes they cheer
E
and take turns roundin' up those buckets of beer
B A
we'd watch the excitement 'till the bull riding's done
E
then we hit the let 'er buck room to have us some fun
E
Well thursday mornin', we do 'er again
but we're always too late to see the rodeo begin
A
the cannon would fire, the flag it would fall
E
and we'd salute to our country and the trail bosses call
B A
and later that night, we'd hit the back room
E
drinkin' more whiskey than an army could consume
[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
B A E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues
[Verse]
E
Friday mornin' is the westward ho
armed with donuts bloody marys to the parade we'd go
A
out on the sidewalk, old friends we did meet
E
and with any good fortune see the queen hit the street
B A
hootin' at the women and the mayor and such
E
and by 11am I drank way too much
E
By the time that saturday finally rolls around
my head tells my body that it'd better lay down
A
but my pride takes over cause I'm from Pendleton
E
and I'd head back downtown baby at a dead run
B A
bettin' on the events cause you know I can't lose
E
but tomorrow I'll be singin' those post Round-up blues
E
When the show's over, you get lookin' right
and you climb your tall horse because it's saturday night
A
and you head out on your hootin', drinkin' dancin' craze
E
and things are goin wild in that Happy Canyon maze
B A
and later that night, you finally collapse
E
but there's a 10am trap shoot at the hangover handicap
[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
B A E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues
E
Well it's sunday at the Round-up and I'm feelin' bad
I don't know how many shots of whiskey I've had
A
it all started Wednesday, oh early that morn'
E
and every two hours a new soldier was born
B A
we'd bless each soldier as the numbers did grow
E
with names like Jose Cuervo, Jim Bean, and Old Crow
E
Then it's off to the rodeo with tickets in hand
to hear the national anthem from our high school band
A
Up in the grandstands the crowd yes they cheer
E
and take turns roundin' up those buckets of beer
B A
we'd watch the excitement 'till the bull riding's done
E
then we hit the let 'er buck room to have us some fun
E
Well thursday mornin', we do 'er again
but we're always too late to see the rodeo begin
A
the cannon would fire, the flag it would fall
E
and we'd salute to our country and the trail bosses call
B A
and later that night, we'd hit the back room
E
drinkin' more whiskey than an army could consume
[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
B A E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues
[Verse]
E
Friday mornin' is the westward ho
armed with donuts bloody marys to the parade we'd go
A
out on the sidewalk, old friends we did meet
E
and with any good fortune see the queen hit the street
B A
hootin' at the women and the mayor and such
E
and by 11am I drank way too much
E
By the time that saturday finally rolls around
my head tells my body that it'd better lay down
A
but my pride takes over cause I'm from Pendleton
E
and I'd head back downtown baby at a dead run
B A
bettin' on the events cause you know I can't lose
E
but tomorrow I'll be singin' those post Round-up blues
E
When the show's over, you get lookin' right
and you climb your tall horse because it's saturday night
A
and you head out on your hootin', drinkin' dancin' craze
E
and things are goin wild in that Happy Canyon maze
B A
and later that night, you finally collapse
E
but there's a 10am trap shoot at the hangover handicap
[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
B A E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues
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