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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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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