Them Bareback Horses Cifras

[Verse]
C
Them bareback horses are the only thing
     F
They make your back hurt they make your bell ring
        G7
They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore
                                           C
But when it's all over you're craving some more
 
[Verse]
Well you drive down the road in a broke down car
    F
You stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are
    G7
You get yourself a road map and head out once again
                                                    C
With only enough for fees so you'd damn sure better win
    F                                   C
You finally make the pitchin' with your entry fees all paid
        G7                         C
You get on another snatcher and he flings you away
       C                           F
So you head to town broken hearted lookin' for a chance
   G7                                        C
To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance
 
[Verse]
                                   F
Well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone
    G7                                             C
You whoop some words on her to get her to take you home
                                  F
But she's got a big boyfriend who just came from the can
            G7                                        C
And he says move on there buddy cause he's her lovin' man
        F                                C
So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight
       G7
You're drunk and broken hearted
         C
And it's twelve o'clock at night
                                 F
And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans
    G7
But by god you got a half a tank of gas
                      C
And a can of pork and beans
 
[Verse]
F
You write a hot check to pay your fees once again
    G7                                      C
You got yourself a good one so you ought to win
                                   F
The horse is standin' in the chute then he bucks around
    G7                                        C
The whistle blows then you're standin' on the ground
    F                                    C
The judges total their markings and they tally up the score
           G7                      C
And you're beatin' everybody by at least ten points or more
                                     F
So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash
       G7                                       C
A good feelin' in your heart and a tank full of gas
 
[Outro]
                                            F
But boys the day finally comes when you get old and grey
    G7                                    C
You gotta hang your spurs up and put your riggin' away
                         F
You look back now with a wantin' eye
    G7                                   C
But brother it's all gone so you sit and cry 
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