Biografía:
Dave Stamey has been a cowboy, a mule packer, a dude wrangler, and is now one of the most popular Western entertainers working today. He has been voted seven times Entertainer of the Year, seven times Male Performer of the Year and Five times Songwriter of the Year by the Western Music Association, and received the Will Rogers Award from the Academy of Western Artists. He’s delighted audiences in twenty three states, and finds that he prefers this to being stomped by angry horses.
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BUCKAROO MAN
[verse 1]
Am G F E
Sleep in a bedroll of canvas
Am G E
No-see-ems feed on your ears
Am G F E
Wind blows the dust just like buckshot
Am G E
And I ain’t never seen it rain much out here
Am G F E
Smell your own sweat in the evenin’
Am G E
Wash up at the galvanized tank
F G
Nearest town’s forty miles
C Am
The cook here he don’t smile
F E Am
And all these young horses are rank
[chorus]
F G C Am
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my Caballo
F G E
I whoopie tie one on when I can
F G C Am
My spurs, they don’t ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am G F E Am G F E
But I’m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
[verse 2]
Am G F E
Cold fingers stiff in the mornin’
Am G E
By noon it’s a hundred and three
Am G F E
Five year old slicks in the canyon
Am G E
And never a hint of a breeze
Am G F E
Jug-headed hollow-backed ponies
Am G E
Provide all with hours of grief
F G C Am
There’s snakes in the shade, and Choya on the grade
F G Am
And half a ton of grit between my teeth
[Chours]
F G C Am
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my caballo
F G E
I whoopie tie one on when I can
F G C Am
My spurs, they don’t ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am
But I’m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
F G C Am
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my caballo
F G E
I whoopie tie one on when I can
F G C Am
My spurs, they don’t ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am G F E
But I’m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
E Am
A Buckaroo Man
[verse 1]
Am G F E
Sleep in a bedroll of canvas
Am G E
No-see-ems feed on your ears
Am G F E
Wind blows the dust just like buckshot
Am G E
And I ain’t never seen it rain much out here
Am G F E
Smell your own sweat in the evenin’
Am G E
Wash up at the galvanized tank
F G
Nearest town’s forty miles
C Am
The cook here he don’t smile
F E Am
And all these young horses are rank
[chorus]
F G C Am
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my Caballo
F G E
I whoopie tie one on when I can
F G C Am
My spurs, they don’t ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am G F E Am G F E
But I’m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
[verse 2]
Am G F E
Cold fingers stiff in the mornin’
Am G E
By noon it’s a hundred and three
Am G F E
Five year old slicks in the canyon
Am G E
And never a hint of a breeze
Am G F E
Jug-headed hollow-backed ponies
Am G E
Provide all with hours of grief
F G C Am
There’s snakes in the shade, and Choya on the grade
F G Am
And half a ton of grit between my teeth
[Chours]
F G C Am
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my caballo
F G E
I whoopie tie one on when I can
F G C Am
My spurs, they don’t ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am
But I’m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
F G C Am
But, come a ti-yi-yippee-yi-o, on the back of my caballo
F G E
I whoopie tie one on when I can
F G C Am
My spurs, they don’t ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am G F E
But I’m sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
E Am
A Buckaroo Man
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