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RODEO
Words/Music by Larry B. Bastian
*
G A|E5 | G A | E5 |A
| His eyes are cold and restless and his|wounds
| E5 |A E5 |A
Have almost healed| And|she’d give half of Texas just to|change the
| E5 | |
Way he feels.| Well, she|knows his love’s in Tulsa, and she knows,|
A7 | |E5 E7
He’s gonna go.| Well, it|ain’t no woman, flesh and blood, it’s that|
B5 |E5 (chorus)
Damned old rodeo, Well, it’s|bulls and blood, it’s the dust and mud
|A5 E5 E7 |E5
It’s the|roar of a sunday crowd. It’s the|white in his knuckles,
|B5 D5 B5 |E5
The gold in the buckle he’ll|win the next go ’round. It’s|boots and
|A5 E5 |
Chaps, it’s cowboy hat’s, it’s|spurs and latigo. It’s the ropes|and the
|B5 |E5
Reins, and the joy and the pain, and they call|the thing rodeo.|
| G A|E5 | G A |
| | | (v.2) She | (to *)
| | | (v.3) It’ll| (to *)