G C Am
Must have been born in the right space of time
D G D
Drifter saying, ?Lord, I ain?t got a dime?
G C Am
No worries, no troubles, ain?t nobody care
D G
He?s happy as me, cause I?m a rodeo man
Rode all the tough ones, mean sons-of-bitches
I broke some bones, I took a hundred stiches
But there ain?t nothin? to it if you stick to my plan
Be prouder than hell, I?m a rodeo man
C D G Em
Someday I?ll make it to the top of the world
A7 D
I?ll drive a Cadillac, have all kinds of girls
G C Am
I?ll be the envy of all the top hands
D G
Thank god almighty I?m a rodeo man
Boots are all polished and my Stetson?s on tight
Fixin? to ride for that gold buckle tonight
My muscles are hard and my face tight and tan
Tonight I?ll be proud I?m a rodeo man
Chorus
Yeah, thank god almighty I?m a rodeo man