The Flyboy & The Kid.
Rodney Crowell.
Album: Tarpaper Sky.
Capo 3

Intro: A E A D A

A                       E             A
May the wind be at your back, and the World sit at your feet,
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May you waltz across Wyoming, with a rose clutched in your teeth,
        A               E                    A
May the answers to your questions, fall like raindrops right on queue,
        D              A                 D     E            A
May you set up shop in Heaven, 'fore the Devil knows you're due.

Chorus:
E              A               D             A               D
Ooh, here's to love, here's to life, all the fair and tender ladies,
        Bm7                 E                     A              D 
And the plain dirt farmer's wife, yeah, here's to you, here's to me,
     A                    D               E        A
Some old mad dog mountain Flyboy, and the kid from Tennessee.

Break: A E A D A
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A                              E                  A
May your nights be filled with laughter, and your days with honest work,
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May you wake up smelling roses, when you’re face down in the dirt,
        A               E                 A
If you had the sense to come in, when the storm clouds start to grow,
    D              A                  D    E             A
You wouldn’t be my right hand and the best friend that I know.

Chorus:
E              A               D               A                  D
Ooh, here's to life, here's to love, when your heart beats like a lion,
         Bm7              E                      A              D 
And your shoes fit like a glove, yeah, here's to you, here's to me,
     A                    D               E        A
Some old mad dog mountain Flyboy, and the kid from Tennessee.

Break: E Bm7 E A D A D E Bm7 E A D A

A                      E              A
May you always stay in touch with the things, that keep you young,
            D            A                Bm              E
When you're staring at injustice, may you never bite your tongue,
        A                   E                A
May the bear tracks in your future, find you downwind in a glade,
          D                 A                  D     E         A
Where the grass as green as absinthe, comes in forty different shades.

Chorus:
E              A               D             A               D
Ooh, here's to love, here's to life, all the fair and tender ladies,
        Bm7             E                     A              D 
And the old fishmongers wife, yeah, here's to you, here's to me,
     A                    D               E        A
Some old mad dog mountain Flyboy, and the kid from Tennessee.

E             A              D              A                Bm
Yeah, set 'em up, drinks for free, it's the mad dog mountain Flyboy,
        D        E    A    E A D A
And the kid from Tennessee.