G           D          A       D
I guess we knew the cards were stacked
G        D              A
started out the best of friends
       G         D                A            D
and we beat that highway 'till it quit beating back
   G           D           A  D G       D    A        D
it didn't mean much in the end some you win, some you lose
G        D         A
some you throw away
G         D                   A       D
we headed South across those Colorado plains
G          D         A     G         D         A       D
just as empty as the day we looked around at all we saw
G
remembered all we'd hoped to see

looking out through the bugs on the windshield
G        D       A
somebody said to me

[Chorus]
G       D
no more buffalo
G             D
blue skies or open road
G        D
no more rodeo
B       A
no more noise
G         D
take this Cadillac
G         D
park it out in back
G        D
mama's calling
G            A
put away the toys

[Verse]
  G                  D               A       D
Don't chase that carrot 'til it makes you sick
  G             D               A
What do you think you're gonna prove?
   G               D              A            D
Just let it dangle 'til it falls off that stick
 G           D              A
That's when you make your move
 G           D                A        D
Don't go chasin' after shootin' stars
   G           D            A
Tryin' to make yourself a name
   G                      D                   A         D
You could joust at windmills with that ol' Fender guitar
   G          D          A
Probably do about the same


[Chorus]
   G         D         G            D
No more buffalo, blue skies or open road
   G        D          Bm       A
No more rodeo for these old boys
    G        D          G           D
Take my Cadillac park it out in back
    G         D            A        D
Mama's callin', put away the toys


[Instrumental]
(G D A D G D A) x2


[Verse 3]
   G              D            A        D
I never thought they'd ever doubt my words
   G             D               A
I guess they were just too tired to care
    G              D               A           D
I'd point to the horizon, to the dust of the herds
   G       D           A
Still hoverin' in the air
  G       D          A      D
Somebody said it ain't any such
   G          D        A
Man you wish so hard you're scarin' me
   G            D           A         D
'Cause those are combines kickin' up that dust
    G             D              A
But you can see what you want to see
   G               D            A         D
And go on chasin' after what used to be there
    G          D             A
Top that rise and face the pain
    G            D                  A   D  Bm
But man they were here, they were here I swear
   G               D                   A
Not just these bleachin' bones, stretchin' across the plain


[Chorus]
  G         D          G           D
No more buffalo, blue skies or open road
    G        D         Bm    A
No more rodeo for this old boy
   G        D            G         D
Take my Cadillac park it out in back
  G       D           A      D
Mama's callin', put away the toys