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Cowboys Wild Song To His Herd

Tono: C

Introducción:

                          C                                                            F  
          One beautiful night when the moon was full,
                                C                                                 G  
          and the air was crisp and clear,
                  C                                              F  
          a cowboy lay on the starlit plain,
                          G                                 G7                 C  
          and thought of his home so dear.
 C  F  C  G  C)  
                        C                                                         F  
          He thought of his mother he loved so well,
                                     C                                                    G  
          and his slumber of sleep was blurred,
                             C                                                         F  
          not a sound to be heard but those of the night,
                             G                            G7                         C  
          as he sang a wild song to his herd.
 C  F  C  G  C)  
                        C                                                    F  
          The cattle are lying so quiet and still
                          C                                                            G  
          on a carpet that mantels the west,
                                        C                                                    F  
          while the golden lanes from the sky of night
                          G                              G7                    C  
          sing peace to the cowboy's breast.
 C  F  C  G  C)  
                                        C                                                              F  
          Still he thinks of his mother in a faraway land,
                                     C                                                                 G  
          and his thoughts by his memory was stirred,
                                C                                              F  
          and he sees himself to the old home again,
                             G                            G7                         C  
          as he sang a wild song to his herd.
 C  F  C  G  C)  
                          C                                                         F  
          He's far from the din of the city noise,
                                        C                                                 G  
          where the lights of folly do shine,
                          C                                                              F  
          he's far from the jaws of the dives of sin,
                                     G                 G7                 C  
          and the flow of sparkling wine.
                        C                                                                      F  
          He's in the great West with its mantle of green,
                                        C                                                      G  
          where his neighbors say never a word,
                  C                                                            F  
          a land of narrow ridge of mountains and plains,
                                  G                              G7                      C  
          where a cowboy sings low to his herd.