Ringside Rodeo

	  		Intro: G      Dm 


                    C              Dm 
She wears her cross like a tattoo 
                   C              Dm 
She needs identity just like you 
                     C             
Life has treated her just as hard 
G                                 Dm 
Playing house in her own backyard 
                     C                Dm 
Now don't be looking for one to fall 
                    C              Dm 
You know she fell a long time ago 
                  C              
Watch her riding, rising high 
       G            Am 
In the ringside rodeo 


  
                  G 
Daisy-chain chandelier like a rosary 
    Am                 G               C 
And wildwood wallpaper sloping down on me 
Am                       G                
Dreams of patent leather on a Saturday night 
Am                         G           C        Dm 
Wake up on Sunday with the birds at daylight 
                            G 
Who knows the voices in her head 
         Dm                                      G        Dm 
A little bread and wine could raise her from the dead 

  

                    C              Dm 
She wears her cross like a tattoo 
                   C              Dm 
She needs identity just like you 
                     C             
Life has treated her just as hard 
G                                 Dm 
Playing house in her own backyard 
                     C                Dm 
Now don't be looking for one to fall 
                    C              Dm 
You know she fell a long time ago 
                  C              
Watch her riding, rising high 
       G            Am 
In the ringside rodeo 
 


Instrumental: Dm  C  Dm  C  Dm  C  G       Am 

  
                   G                        Am 
Exit arch-framed doors into a big ol' world 
                  G                C      Am 
Ain't she a woman, is she a little girl 
                  G                
Pillows frame the beams of a big brass bed 
Am                               G               C        Dm 
Pink felt heart on a blue ribbon hanging over her head 
                               G 
Fools deny that angels take us home 
    Dm                          G        Dm 
But you and me we got places to roam 

  

                    C              Dm 
She wears her cross like a tattoo 
                   C              Dm 
She needs identity just like you 
                     C             
Life has treated her just as hard 
G                                 Dm 
Playing house in her own backyard 
                     C                Dm 
Now don't be looking for one to fall 
                    C              Dm 
You know she fell a long time ago 
                  C              
Watch her riding, rising high 
       G            C   Dm 
In the ringside rodeo 
                    C              Dm 
She wears her cross like a tattoo 
                   C              Dm 
She needs identity just like you 
                     C             
Life has treated her just as hard 
G                           
Playing house in her own backyard