A good and easy song like most of Corb's stuff, Play the (G) if you like the sound of it.



Intro D

D 	  	  	  	  	 G 	  	  	 D
He's been hung up and stepped on and out-drawed and reduced to tears
D 	  	  	  	  	  	  	  	 A
He's done his best thinkin' with his hand in the riggin' for years
 	      G 	  	  	  	  	 A
He's got an old trophy saddle he won back in '75
A 	  	  	  	  	  	 (G) 	 D
He's gettin' too old to travel, he's lucky he's even alive

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Well he's a buckin' horse rider and he likes 'em a little wilder than most
D 	  	  	  	  	  	  	 (G) 	 A
And you can tell just by lookin' though he'd be the last one to boast
G 	  	  	  	  	  	  	    A
Unless he's been drinkin' but hell he's been dry now for months
A 	  	  	  	  	  	 G      D
He's a buckin' horse rider, he won down in Pendleton once


He's rode Moonshine and Three Bars and Hatrack and Kesler's whole string
There ain't a sound he likes better than hearin' them silver spurs ring
The squeak of the resin and leather and the thump of the hooves
He's a buckin' horse rider and today he's got nothing to lose


Well, he's a buckin' horse rider and he likes 'em a little wilder than most
And you can tell just by lookin' though he'd be the last one to boast
Unless he's been drinkin' but hell he's been dry now for months
He's a buckin' horse rider, he won up to Calgary once

A 	  	  	  	  	  	  	      D
Yeah, he's a buckin' horse rider, he even won old Cheyenne once

A   D




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