A7 D
Let's have a hand for that young cowboy
A
And wish him better luck next time
E7
And hope we'll see him up in Fargo
A
Or somewhere farther down the line
This time he sure drew a bad one
One that nobody could ride
But by the way he pulled his hat on
You knew he'd be there for the fight
A7 D G G D
And it's the classic contradiction
A D D A
The unavoidable affliction
E7
Well, it don't take much to predict, son
A
The way it always goes
D G G D
One day she?ll say she loves you
A D D A
And the next she'll be tired of you
E7
And push'll always come to shove you
A
On that midnight rodeo
He almost made it to the buzzer
Somehow he gave up in the end
He put one hand around the other
and let that pick-up man on in
And it was his last chance to ride it
Now now he'll have to move along
But he knows back in his mind that
He won't be away for long
Chorus
So let's have a hand for that young cowboy
And wish him better luck next time
I hope we'll see him up in Fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line