Dave Stamey - Buckroo Man

      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