Intro: F G C C
verse 1
C F G C
He says that in his younger days he rode the rodeos
F G
But now he tends the gardens of the folks up on the hill
C F G C
Buckin' broncs and Brahma bulls and only once been throwed
D G
But it left him with a gimpy leg and a thirst that he can't fill
F G C
In his Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt
F G C
Acme Roughouts run down at the heels and caked with dirt
F G C C/B C/A C/G
Sweat stained Stetson pulled down low and a leg that always hurts
F G C
Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt
verse 2
D G A D
He says that in his younger days he rode with ol' Pontrel
G A
But he never never let him put his name or his picture in the book
D G A D
He sends us down for Beech-Nut and he sips his muscatel
E A
And says you know boys I'm a whole lot older than I look
verse 3
D G A D
He's known his share of women and he's dealt his share of cards
G A
And he pitched some pennies with us he never carries change
D G A D
And as he clips the hedges and waters down the yard
E A
He says this sure is a far sight from that, that wild buffalo range
G A D
In his Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt
G A D
Acme Roughouts run down at the heels and caked with dirt
G A D D/C# D/B D/A
Sweat stained Stetson pulled down low and a leg that always hurts
G A D
Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt
G A D
Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt