Cifras
Chism

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             D                                      G                         D                                              G  
The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage
                          D                                                                                      A  
that they wrapped around the stitches in my side
                D                            G                              D                      G  
These old country doctors have come to expect it
                        Em                                                      A  
from the cowboys that come here once a year to ride
          D                                    G                            D                                         G  
Now starin' at the ceiling I'm trying to get my senses
                  D                                                                            A  
but I can't recall too much of yesterday
        D                                 G                                    D                              G  
except for some cussin' at that bull we call chism
                     D                                         A                              D  
as they turned us out of chute number 3
G                                                                                                      A  
Chism    Chism    you're a big bad son of a gun
             Bm  
Your hide is tough and it's been scarred
                Em                                                                                 A  
Where spurs have dug in deep but never hung
D                                         G                            D                                    G  
Chism you're the only reason that I keep on riding
                        D                         A                                      D  
And I'll ride you before my ridin's done
D                                            G                                                    D                            G  
Someone's brought in the paper and I'm starin' unbelievin'
                  D                                                                                 A  
At the story that's laid out before my eyes
        D                                      G                                    D                                                 G  
It talks about you chism how they brought you up from Texas
                     Em                                                                 A  
And the cowboy that made a valiant 7 second ride
        D                                         G                                                 D                                      G  
It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together
                  D                                                                      A  
And it talks about your horn in my side
                        D                            G                                                 D                 G  
But it's goin' on to say how they had to put you away
                                  D                                         A                            D  
But it don't tell about these tears in my eyes
G                                                                                              A  
Chism Chism    I love you you son of a gun
             Bm  
Your hide was tough and it was scarred
                        Em                                                                              A  
Where my spurs had dug in deep but never hung
D                 G                            D                                      G  
Chism I tell you my ridin' days are done
                D                                         A                                      D  
cause after you theres nothing left to ride
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