Rodeo chords – Garth Brooks V3

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His Eyes are cold and restless
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His wounds have almost healed
      A E 
And she’d give half of Texas

           A E 
Just to change the way he feels


She knows his love’s in Tulsa

        A 
And she knows he’s gonna go

          E 
Well, it ain’t no woman, flesh and blood

             B7   
It’s that damned old rodeo

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             E 
Well, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud

          A E 
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

       B7 
He’ll win the next go round

       E 
It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

       A E 
It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

           B7 
And they call the thing rodeo

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      E 
She does her best to hold him

       A E 
When his loves comes to call

      A E       
But his need for it controls him

          A E 
And her back’s against the wall

And it’s “so long girl, I’ll see you”:

            A 
When it’s time for him to go

          E 
You know the woman wants her cowboy


          B7 
Like he wants his rodeo

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             E 
Well, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud

           A E 
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

       B7 
He’ll win the next go round

       E 
It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

      A E 
It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

           B7 
And they call the thing rodeo

 E ,  G ,  A ,    E ,  G ,  A 

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It’ll drive a cowboy crazy

        A E 
It’ll drive a man insane

           A E 
And he’ll sell off everything he owns

         A E 
Just to pay to play her game

And a broken home and some broken bones

    A 
Is all he’ll have to show

     E 
For all the years that he spent chasin’

       B7 
This dream they call rodeo

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            E 
Well, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud

           A E 
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

       B7 
He’ll win the next go round

       E 
It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

      A E 
It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

          B7 
And they call the thing rodeo

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       E 
It’s the broncs and the blood

It’s the steers and the mud

          B7 E 
And they call the thing rodeo
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