D                              G               D
For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue
    D                             A
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
  G                                  D                   A
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
    D                                    A                D
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)

[VERSE]

  D                               G           D
I came into the world of things a pauper I am told
D                               A
For the things I never got, I'm thankful to my bones
     G                                 D                A
With all its lack of gold and green my life has good supply
   D                                A                D
Of treasure in the silver stars and white port at my side

[CHORUS]

    D                              G               D
For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue
    D                             A
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
  G                                  D                   A
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
    D                                    A                D
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)

[VERSE]

   D                               G                D
My Denver lass I promised that I'd be out west that day
  D                             A
I headed east as fast as my two feet could back away
  G                                  D                 A
All compliments and commitments I've dispensed far and wide
    D                                  A                D
But all was said with smiling face and white port at my side

[CHORUS]

    D                              G               D
For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue
    D                             A
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
  G                                  D                   A
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
    D                                    A                D
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)

[G  O OVER VERSE CHORDS]

D     G  D
D     A
G     D  A
D     A  D

[VERSE]

    D                              G           D
Now pirate lads and scallywags are brethren to me
  D                                     A
A sailin' man with no good plan, that's something I could be
    G                                 D              A
But just as quick will I jump ship if told to get in line
D                                A                D
Send my bones to Davy Jones with white port at my side

[CHORUS]

    D                              G               D
For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue
    D                             A
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
  G                                  D                   A
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
    D                                    A                D
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)

[VERSE]

    D                              G              D
Now lastly I will say that I ain't seen a bad run yet
    D                                    A
An' when the boss says time to get, I'll get with no regret
     G                                     D              A
With heaven made I'll stake some shade and air myself out right
D                                  A                D
Double check that none suspect the white port at my side
     G                                       D                 A
With heaven made I'll stake some shade, I'll stay there till I die
D                                  A                D
Double check that none suspect the white port at my side

[CHORUS]

    D                              G               D
For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue
    D                             A
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
  G                                  D                   A
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
    D                                    A                D
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side
  G                                  D                   A
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
    D                                    A                D
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)