G                           D                                            G
Last Friday she said to me, hey Billy Joe, did you know either me or the rodeo goes?
                   D           C                         D                            G
so I packed up and left her in Waco and drove up to ride on the bulls in the Calgary snow
     C                                                  D
saw a sign that said riders and hauled all my rigging inside
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where the fellas was braggin', and drawing stock we would ride
      C                                                 D
I was doin' the same till I looked at the name that I'd drawn
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then I stood there and silently cried
C      D       G
oh you Calgary snow
C               D     G
I can't let the rodeo go
        C            D          G            Em
hurtin' more than my pride on a bull I can't ride
        C     D              G
lays me low, in the Calgary snow


G                               D
well, I knew I was beat in the hat when I drew it
                                   G
and it started me drinkin', to think of the brute
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till I managed to wreck my left knee and my ankle between the damn bull and the side of the chute


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and I'm thinkin' out loud as I fly through the clouds to the ground
      Em                            C              D
hey Billy, maybe you aint' the most dynamite rider around
             C                       D                              G                       Em
cause you're kickin' too late comin' out of the gate boy but you're great comin' gracefully down


           Gm                                   Cm
well, I know that I'm blown in the chute on the first go round
         D                                        G
so I give 'em my ole "what the hell" grin as I get up off the ground
        Gm                                   Cm
and right then I'm thinkin' I ain't taken to Calgary much
D                                                G
ain't nothin' back in my room but a broom I can use for a crutch


         C                D                   G
And it's cold, lord, it's cold in the Calgary wind
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when you knowin' that you gotta ride the day morning again
               C      D         G          Em
ain't no whiskey nor either nor platens nor pills
      C                   D
gonna deaden the pain and chills
        G
of the Calgary wind
        C                                      D
but what more is a broken down rodeo cowboy to do?
       G               C                         D
but stove up in Canada watchin' his bruises turn blue
        C                                         D
there's only one road gonna lead back to Waco and you
                                G
and it runs out of chute number two


C      D       G
oh you Calgary snow
C                D     G
I can't let that rodeo go
       C            D           G            Em
hurtin' more than my pride on a bull I can't ride
         C          D       G
lays me low in the Calgary snow