Em
Rode hard and put up wet
C
I aimed down, but I can't get up yeah
D                                       Em     D
It's a long ride back to the way I want to feel
Em
Sundown across the plain
C
I've been sore before, I'll be sore again
D                                Em  D
No place to hide to keep from running

Em
Laid down in a cottonwood hallow
C
I left the trail, no man could follow
D                                       Em  D
Is it safe to rest my head again till morning?
Em
Cracked throat and my canteen's dry
C
And rain don't fall from an empty sky
D                                     Em      D
So I'll whisper Hail Marys till the sun comes up

          C
Now don't tell me that part of the story when
    G               D
The cowboy falls in love
          C
When it's raining in his pistol
        G               D
And his saddle, and the stars above

         G                D
When the candle's burnin' down
         G              C
And when midnight comes around
            G                D
Now all the best that we can hope for
           C
Is to be laughing when we finally hit the ground

Em
Rode hard and come down tired
C
Stripped from the saddle when the eye of the fire
D                                    Em  D
And deep in dreams of women in clean water
Em
And I did before what I'll do again
C
So forgive me father if I have sinned
D                          Em      D
But the old wood cracks, before it bends
     
          C
Now don't tell me that part of the story when
    G               D
The cowboy falls in love
          C
When it's raining in his pistol
        G               D
And his saddle, and the stars above

         G               D
When the candle's burnin down
         G              C
And when midnight comes around
            G                D
Now all the best that we can hope for
           C
Is to be laughing when we finally hit the ground

Solo

          C
Now don't tell me that part of the story when
    G               D
The cowboy falls in love
          C
When it's raining in his pistol
        G               D
And his saddle, and the stars above

         G               D
When the candle's burnin down
         G              C
And when midnight comes around
            G                D
Now all the best that we can hope for
           C
Is to be laughing when we finally hit yeah

         G               D
When the candle's burnin down
         G              C
And when midnight comes around
            G                D
Now all the best that we can hope for
           C
Is to be laughing when we finally hit the ground

G D G C
G D C Em