Rider on the Rim Red Steagall [Verse 1] A D A On the wagon last october was a kid of seven-teen A E A city kid from Dallas, wet behind the ears and green A D A He stepped out of the pages of a western catalog A E A and not the kind you'd pick to ride the rivers and boggs D The boss had throwed this kid and me together for the drive A E We took the outside circle, I was mad and full of fight D For it ain't no place for tender feet, cause where we had to go A E Up in the hills and badlands where the twisted cedars grow [Verse 2] A D A The kid had drawed a snaky bronc, plum full of dirty tricks A E and I'll give the kid the credit boys he stayed and took his licks A D A Cause everytime he got throwed off, he'd step back on again A E A And we all were wondered how much practicin this city boy could stand D At the head of an arroyo where the tamarac grow tall A E I sent the kid a driftin north, to ride out Deadmans draw D The country's pretty open and the draw ain't very deep A E So I took Blackhole canyon, where the bluffs are high and steep [Chorus] A A7 It was misty in the canyon, the light was sorta dim D Thru the mist I saw a ghostly rider on the rim E He waved his hat and motioned to go back the way I come D A and when the mist had cleared away the ghostly form was gone [Verse 3] A D A I turned my horse around, headed back to Deadmans draw A E I knowed the kids in trouble I could feel it in my crawl A D A From the trail of broken cedars and the deep tracks in the sand A E A The gray was usin all his tricks the kid had made a hand D But up beneath a cutbank where the trail is slick and steep A E The gray lay thrashin on his side the kid lay underneath D His foot run thru the stirrup, holdin to the horses head A E He knew that if the gray got up he'd soon be drug to death [Verse 4] A D A The kid was tired and gettin weak, the horse was gainin ground A E I slipped my gutline round his neck, the kid got turned around A D A So's he was in the saddle when the horse got to his feet A E A Then we rode out together but we didn't hardly speak D A dozen times I've ridden out along the canyon rim A E There ain't no tracks and I ain't seen that ghostly form again D and I don't really care if you believe a word I say A E A cowboy guardian angel helped me save the kid that day [Final Chorus] A A7 It was misty in the canyon, the light was kinda dim D Thru the mist I saw a ghostly rider on the rim E If I live to be a hundred I will not forget the day D A when a cowboy guardian angel taught two punchers how to pray.............. A E A (Slowing) How to pray......... How to pray...............
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