D G D G
The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage
D A
that they wrapped around the stitches in my side
D G D G
These old country doctors have come to expect it
Em A
from the cowboys that come here once a year to ride
D G D G
Now starin' at the ceiling I'm trying to get my senses
D A
but I can't recall too much of yesterday
D G D G
except for some cussin' at that bull we call chism
D A D
as they turned us out of chute number 3
G A
Chism Chism you're a big bad son of a gun
Bm
Your hide is tough and it's been scarred
Em A
Where spurs have dug in deep but never hung
D G D G
Chism you're the only reason that I keep on riding
D A D
And I'll ride you before my ridin's done
D G D G
Someone's brought in the paper and I'm starin' unbelievin'
D A
At the story that's laid out before my eyes
D G D G
It talks about you chism how they brought you up from Texas
Em A
And the cowboy that made a valiant 7 second ride
D G D G
It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together
D A
And it talks about your horn in my side
D G D G
But it's goin' on to say how they had to put you away
D A D
But it don't tell about these tears in my eyes
G A
Chism Chism I love you you son of a gun
Bm
Your hide was tough and it was scarred
Em A
Where my spurs had dug in deep but never hung
D G D G
Chism I tell you my ridin' days are done
D A D
cause after you theres nothing left to ride
REPEAT CHORUS 1