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verse 1 C F He was a good hand breakin? horses, pure poison with a rope C Am F C He lives for strong, black coffee and the rollin? of his smokes C F He throws a leg up on ol? Ranger, sticks a rowel into his hide C Am F G C Saddled there in his easy chair, through his memory he still rides verse 2 C F While shakin? out a good loop he flicks his ashes on the floor C Am F C He?s a brandin? for Sam Williams, who he loved the workin? for C F In the air he draws a picture with a cigarette in his hand C Am F G C As his fingers make the last stroke, in the smoke I see the brand G F C Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn?t choose his line of work F C D7 G There?s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt C Am G Am F Well, I?d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago C Am G F G C ?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul Break Am G F Am G F G verse 4 C F In the middle of the story he pushes out of his chair C Am F C Shuffles out to the barn and hollars me out there C F He points up to his saddle in that dusty hideaway C Am F G C He says he?d like to give it to me, but he might need it someday G F C Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn?t choose his line of work F C D7 G There?s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt C Am G Am F Well, I?d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago C Am G F G C ?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul C Am G F G C ?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man. . . . He put a cowboy in his soul Final Break Am G F Am G F C
G F C Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn?t choose his line of work F C D7 G There?s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt C Am G Am F Well, I?d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago C Am G F G C ?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
G F C Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn?t choose his line of work F C D7 G There?s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt C Am G Am F Well, I?d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago C Am G F G C ?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul C Am G F G C ?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man. . . . He put a cowboy in his soul
Written by Bryan Kennedy/Jim Rushing
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