Am G F E
Sleep in a bed role of canvas
Am G E
As no-see-ums feed on your ears
Am G F E
Wind blows the dust just like buckshot
F G E
And I ain't never seen it rain much out here
Am G F E
Smell your own sweat in the evenin'
F G E
I wash up at the galvanized tank
F G C Am
Nearest town forty miles, the cook here he don't smile
F E Am
And all these young horses are rank
Dm G C Am
But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo
F G E
I hope to tie one on when I can
Dm G C Am
My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am
But I'm a sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
Am G F E
Cold fingers stiff in the mornin'
Am G E
By noon it's a hundred and three
Am G F E
Five year old slicks in the canyon
F G E
And never a hint of a breeze
Am G F E
Jug-headed hollow-back ponies
F G E
Provide all with hours of grief
F G C Am
There's snakes in the shade, choya on the grade
F E Am
And a half a ton of grit between my teeth
Chorus (3x)