Lyrics King Of The Rodeo

Emaj/B(XXX[16][17][16])
He's so the purity, a shaven and a mourning,
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarray.
How dare you come to me like Withnail for a favour,
A hold on not my fary tale, you're trying to start.
(C#m)
Good time to roll on!