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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!
A COWBOY IN HIS SOUL
Bradley Walker
[Verse 1]
C F
He was a good hand breakin’ horses, pure poison with a rope
C Am F C
He lives for strong, black coffee and the rollin’ of his smokes
C F
He throws a leg up on ol’ Ranger, sticks a rowel into his hide
C Am F G C
Saddled there in his easy chair, through his memory he still rides
[Verse 2]
C F
While shakin’ out a good loop he flicks his ashes on the floor
C Am F C
He’s a brandin’ for Sam Williams, who he loved the workin’ for
C F
In the air he draws a picture with a cigarette in his hand
C Am F G C
As his fingers make the last stroke, in the smoke I see the brand
[Chorus]
G F C
Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn’t choose his line of work
F C D7 G
There’s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt
C Am G Am F
Well, I’d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago
C Am G F G C
‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
[Break]
Am G F
Am G F G
[Verse 4]
C F
In the middle of the story he pushes out of his chair
C Am F C
Shuffles out to the barn and hollars me out there
C F
He points up to his saddle in that dusty hideaway
C Am F G C
He says he’d like to give it to me, but he might need it someday
[Chorus]
G F C
Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn’t choose his line of work
F C D7 G
There’s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt
C Am G Am F
Well, I’d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago
C Am G F G C
‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
C Am G F G C
‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man. . . . He put a cowboy in his soul
[Final Break]
Am G F
Am G F C
Bradley Walker
[Verse 1]
C F
He was a good hand breakin’ horses, pure poison with a rope
C Am F C
He lives for strong, black coffee and the rollin’ of his smokes
C F
He throws a leg up on ol’ Ranger, sticks a rowel into his hide
C Am F G C
Saddled there in his easy chair, through his memory he still rides
[Verse 2]
C F
While shakin’ out a good loop he flicks his ashes on the floor
C Am F C
He’s a brandin’ for Sam Williams, who he loved the workin’ for
C F
In the air he draws a picture with a cigarette in his hand
C Am F G C
As his fingers make the last stroke, in the smoke I see the brand
[Chorus]
G F C
Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn’t choose his line of work
F C D7 G
There’s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt
C Am G Am F
Well, I’d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago
C Am G F G C
‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
[Break]
Am G F
Am G F G
[Verse 4]
C F
In the middle of the story he pushes out of his chair
C Am F C
Shuffles out to the barn and hollars me out there
C F
He points up to his saddle in that dusty hideaway
C Am F G C
He says he’d like to give it to me, but he might need it someday
[Chorus]
G F C
Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn’t choose his line of work
F C D7 G
There’s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt
C Am G Am F
Well, I’d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago
C Am G F G C
‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
C Am G F G C
‘Cause when the Master’s hands made this man. . . . He put a cowboy in his soul
[Final Break]
Am G F
Am G F C
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