Imperial Twang - Post Round-Up Blues

      [Verse]  
        E
Well it's sunday at the Round-up and I'm feelin' bad
I don't know how many shots of whiskey I've had
   A
it all started Wednesday, oh early that morn'
    E
and every two hours a new soldier was born
     B                         A
we'd bless each soldier as the numbers did grow
     E
with names like Jose Cuervo, Jim Bean, and Old Crow

          E
Then it's off to the rodeo with tickets in hand
to hear the national anthem from our high school band
A
Up in the grandstands the crowd yes they cheer
    E
and take turns roundin' up those buckets of beer
     B                              A
we'd watch the excitement 'till the bull riding's done
        E
then we hit the let 'er buck room to have us some fun

     E
Well thursday mornin', we do 'er again
but we're always too late to see the rodeo begin
    A
the cannon would fire, the flag it would fall
           E
and we'd salute to our country and the trail bosses call
    B                      A
and later that night, we'd hit the back room
E
drinkin' more whiskey than an army could consume

[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
        E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
   A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
    B                       A                   E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues

[Verse]
E
Friday mornin' is the westward ho
armed with donuts bloody marys to the parade we'd go
A
out on the sidewalk, old friends we did meet
         E
and with any good fortune see the queen hit the street
B                            A
hootin' at the women and the mayor and such
       E
and by 11am I drank way too much

       E
By the time that saturday finally rolls around
my head tells my body that it'd better lay down
       A
but my pride takes over cause I'm from Pendleton
        E
and I'd head back downtown baby at a dead run
B                                A
bettin' on the events cause you know I can't lose
    E
but tomorrow I'll be singin' those post Round-up blues

E
When the show's over, you get lookin' right
and you climb your tall horse because it's saturday night
             A
and you head out on your hootin', drinkin' dancin' craze
    E
and things are goin wild in that Happy Canyon maze
    B                     A
and later that night, you finally collapse
              E
but there's a 10am trap shoot at the hangover handicap

[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
        E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
   A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
    B                       A                   E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues