(Am)  (C)  (G)  (Am)  (C)  (G)

G
Saddle up my pickup truck
Am
Say goodbye and wish me luck
                  C            G
Pass the word I'm riding out a gain
G
I gotta see that purple sage
Am
I've got to roll with one more stage
                     C             G
Before this worn out western movie ends

C              G
Lord I used to ride so high
Am                 D
They wrote songs a bout me
    C                 G
But now the old man's home alone
     Am           D
They rode on with out me

    G
And now my six guns not so fast
Am
I believe this trip might be my last
            Bm   C                    G
This Fadin' Rene gade's made his last stand

G
Hand me down my boots and spurs
Am
Pray the weather don't get worse
                   C               G
Pass the word I've done the best I could
G
I gotta ride out one more last storm
Am
I've got to rope one last longhorn
                 C              G
Before I turn my pony loose for good

C              G
Lord I used to think I'd ride
      Am             D
God's prairie all of my, my days
    C                  G
But now you can't ride anywhere
        Am                D
For the barb wire and the highways

    G
And I'm a stranger in this time
   Am
My buckskin days are all behind
            Bm    C                   G
This Fadin' Reneg ade's made his last stand
     Am     Bm    C                 G
This Fadin' Reneg ade's done all he can