Garth Brooks – Rodeo chords

EHis Eyes are cold and restless
                          EHis wounds have almost healed
     A                 EAnd she’d give half of Texas

          A                EJust to change the way he feels


She knows his love’s in Tulsa

       AAnd she knows he’s gonna go

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

            B7  It’s that damned old rodeo

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            EWell, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud

         A                  EIt’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7He’ll win the next go round

      EIt’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

      A           EIt’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

          B7And they call the thing rodeo

E, G, A,   E, G, A

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     EShe does her best to hold him

      A                  EWhen his loves comes to call

     A                   E      But his need for it controls him

         A                   EAnd her back’s against the wall

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

           AWhen it’s time for him to go

         EYou know the woman wants her cowboy


         B7Like he wants his rodeo

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            EWell, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud

          A                 EIt’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7He’ll win the next go round

      EIt’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

     A            EIt’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

          B7And they call the thing rodeo

E, G, A,   E, G, A

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       EIt’ll drive a cowboy crazy

       A            EIt’ll drive a man insane

          A               EAnd he’ll sell off everything he owns

        A                EJust to pay to play her game

And a broken home and some broken bones

   AIs all he’ll have to show

    EFor all the years that he spent chasin’

      B7This dream they call rodeo

- - -

           EWell, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud

          A                 EIt’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7He’ll win the next go round

      EIt’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats

     A            EIt’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

         B7And they call the thing rodeo

- - -

      EIt’s the broncs and the blood

It’s the steers and the mud

         B7               EAnd they call the thing rodeo