Soon As The Roundups Through Cifras

[Verse I]
  C                 F             G
Clouds are rolling in across the vally
   F                  G      C
A night bird sings a lonely melody
     F            G              C                F
The cattle are a beddin' on the banks of old red river
      Dm              Am                  G
I can hear em softly low in through the breeze
  C               F                   G
Flames are dying low now on the camp fire
     F                    G               C
and three months on the trail are nearly gone
     F         G           C                F
the echo of a cyote's cry makes me give an empty sigh
       Dm              Am          G
don't think I've ever been so all alone
 
 
[Chorus]
   F                G                 C
I miss your face I miss your tender kisses
   F          G                       Am     G     F
I miss your golden hair all tied and blue
          F                G          C             F
it kinda goes against my grain but I love you Liza Jane
             Dm          G                      C
and I'll be riding home soon as the roundup's through
 
 
[Verse II]
   C           F            G
A year ago I saddled up my pony
 F               G               C
said goodbye to you and all my friends
    F              G            C                     F
I figured I might find my self way out on the trail somewhere
     Dm             Am                G
but all I found is another crook and bend
   C              F              G
I guess I was a crazy fool for leaving
    F                  G              C
it felt like something I just had to do
       F             G            C             F
but I left a bigger part of this roving cowboy heart
    Dm              Am             G
it only beats when air I think of you
 
 
[Chorus]
   F                G                 C
I miss your face I miss your tender kisses
   F                G                 Am    G    F
I miss your golden hair all tied and blue
          F                G          C             F
it kinda goes against my grain but I love you Liza Jane
             Dm          G                      C
and I'll be riding home soon as the roundup's through
 
          F               G           C             F
it kinda goes against my brain but I love you Liza Jane
             Dm          G                      C
and I'll be riding home soon as the roundup's through
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