Garth Brooks - Rodeo chords

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His Eyes are cold and restless
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His wounds have almost healed
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And she’d give half of Texas

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Just to change the way he feels


She knows his love’s in Tulsa

       A
And she knows he’s gonna go

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Well, it ain’t no woman, flesh and blood

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It’s that damned old rodeo

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            E
Well, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud

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It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7
He’ll win the next go round

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It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

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It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

          B7
And they call the thing rodeo

E, G, A,   E, G, A

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She does her best to hold him

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When his loves comes to call

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But his need for it controls him

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And her back’s against the wall

And it’s “so long girl, I’ll see you”:

           A
When it’s time for him to go

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You know the woman wants her cowboy


         B7
Like he wants his rodeo

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            E
Well, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud
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          A                 E
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7
He’ll win the next go round

      E
It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

     A            E
It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

          B7
And they call the thing rodeo

E, G, A,   E, G, A

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It’ll drive a cowboy crazy

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It’ll drive a man insane

          A               E
And he’ll sell off everything he owns

        A                E
Just to pay to play her game

And a broken home and some broken bones

   A
Is all he’ll have to show

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For all the years that he spent chasin’

      B7
This dream they call rodeo

- - -

           E
Well, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud

          A                 E
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7
He’ll win the next go round

      E
It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

     A            E
It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

         B7
And they call the thing rodeo

- - -

      E
It’s the broncs and the blood

It’s the steers and the mud

         B7               E
And they call the thing rodeo