Cowboy In His Soul

	  		
verse 1 
          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 
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 
Am    G  F 
Am   G   F   C