Cifras
Song For Ian Tyson

Tom: G

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 G                                                              C                         G 
Them old cowboys don?t sing too much no more
       D 
They?ve been singing to the wind
     C                                                     G 
And their throats are sore
       G                                                                                       C                                               G 
And every love they rode away from makes them walk the floor
                 D                                             C                                                       G 
Them old cowboys don?t sing too much no more. Ooh-ooh-oooh.
     G 
Like an old wolf in a leg trap
       C                                                                           G 
They?ll stand up fierce when you come
       D                                                 C                                                     G 
They want to be counted but their time hasn?t come
       G                                                     C                                                   G 
Just an old man drowning in a ten gallon hat
                         D                                                         G 
Like an old wolf caught in a leg trap
             C                       D                         G                               D                       C 
          Dry and dusty dry and dusty whiskey makes the guitar rusty
             G                                                                             D 
          But soothes the voice like honey for a while
             C                                 D                                               C                       D 
          Raise a glass to the cowboy friend who?s like we?ll never see again
             C                           D                                   G 
          Whos songs run on like water for all time.     Ooh-oo-oooh.
       G                                                                           C                         G 
Way out on the prairie the cowboy wrote his songs
       D                                                                       C                                                             G 
Long have grown the grasses round the spring where he sat long
Who?s crystal shattered fettered souls
 C                             G                               D                                                               G 
Of all who listened long and the cowboy strummed in time along
                Chorus
                           Cthen  G  D  C  G 
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