C F
He was a good hand breakin? horses, pure poison with a rope
C Am F C
He lives for strong, black coffee and the rollin? of his smokes
C F
He throws a leg up on ol? Ranger, sticks a rowel into his hide
C Am F G C
Saddled there in his easy chair, through his memory he still rides
verse 2
C F
While shakin? out a good loop he flicks his ashes on the floor
C Am F C
He?s a brandin? for Sam Williams, who he loved the workin? for
C F
In the air he draws a picture with a cigarette in his hand
C Am F G C
As his fingers make the last stroke, in the smoke I see the brand
G F C
Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn?t choose his line of work
F C D7 G
There?s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt
C Am G Am F
Well, I?d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago
C Am G F G C
?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
Break
Am G F G
verse 4
C F
In the middle of the story he pushes out of his chair
C Am F C
Shuffles out to the barn and hollars me out there
C F
He points up to his saddle in that dusty hideaway
C Am F G C
He says he?d like to give it to me, but he might need it someday
G F C
Whoopi Ti Yi Yay is not his way, he didn?t choose his line of work
F C D7 G
There?s no silver on his saddle and no fringe upon his shirt
C Am G Am F
Well, I?d give the world to be like him born 90 years ago
C Am G F G C
?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man, He put a cowboy in his soul
C Am G F G C
?Cause when the Master?s hands made this man. . . . He put a cowboy in his soul
Final Break