Chords for 02 - Bronco Bill's Lament
Tempo:
80.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Em
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I could have been [Em] most anything I put my [G] mind to be,
[A] But a cowboy's [C] life was the only [G] life for [D] me.
[G] It's a strong [B] man's occupation, [C] riding herd and living [Am] free,
[Em] But strong men [A] often fail, [Em] where shrewd men [A] can prevail.
I'm an old man now with nothing [D] left to say,
[C] But oh God, how [D] I worked my [G] youth away.
Well, you may not [Em] recognize my [C] face, I used to be [G] a star,
[A] A cowboy hero [C] known both near [G] and far.
[D] [G] I perched upon [B] a silver mountain, [C] sang with my [Am] guitar,
But [Em] the studio, [A] of course, [Em] owned by saddle and [A] my horse,
But [C] that six-gun on the wall [D] belongs to me.
[C] Oh God, I can't live a [G] memory,
You know I'd like to put my [Em] finger on [C] that trigger once [G] again,
[A] Point that gun [C] at all the prideful [G] men,
[D] [G] All the lawyers [B] and the foyers who [C] can pull a [Am] fountain pen,
[Em] And put you where [A] they choose, [Em] with the language that [A] they use,
And enslave [Am] you till you work [D] your youth away.
Oh [Am] God, [C] how I worked my [D] youth away.
Wuppetai [Em]-ai-oh, [G] wuppetai [Em]-ai-ay,
[G] One man's work [A] is another [G] man's play,
Oh God, how [D] I worked my [G] youth away.
You see, I [Em] always liked the notion of a cowboy [G] fighting crime,
[A] This photograph [C]
was taken [G] in my mind.
[D] [G] I could beat those [B]
desperadoes, [C] but there's no sense [Am] fighting time,
[Em] But the singing [A] was a ball, [Em] cause I'm not [A] musical at all,
[C] I moved [Am] my lips to someone [D] else's voice.
[G] [Em]
[C] [G] [A] [C]
[G] [D] Yes, I could have [Em] been most [C] anything I put my [G] mind to be,
[A] But a cowboy's [C] life was the [G] only life for [D] me.
[G] It's a strong [B] man's occupation, [C] riding herd and living [Am] free,
[Em] And strong men often [A] fail, [Em] where shrewd men [A] can prevail,
I'm an [G] old man now with nothing [D] left to say.
But [G] oh God, how [D] I worked my youth [G] away.
[A] But a cowboy's [C] life was the only [G] life for [D] me.
[G] It's a strong [B] man's occupation, [C] riding herd and living [Am] free,
[Em] But strong men [A] often fail, [Em] where shrewd men [A] can prevail.
I'm an old man now with nothing [D] left to say,
[C] But oh God, how [D] I worked my [G] youth away.
Well, you may not [Em] recognize my [C] face, I used to be [G] a star,
[A] A cowboy hero [C] known both near [G] and far.
[D] [G] I perched upon [B] a silver mountain, [C] sang with my [Am] guitar,
But [Em] the studio, [A] of course, [Em] owned by saddle and [A] my horse,
But [C] that six-gun on the wall [D] belongs to me.
[C] Oh God, I can't live a [G] memory,
You know I'd like to put my [Em] finger on [C] that trigger once [G] again,
[A] Point that gun [C] at all the prideful [G] men,
[D] [G] All the lawyers [B] and the foyers who [C] can pull a [Am] fountain pen,
[Em] And put you where [A] they choose, [Em] with the language that [A] they use,
And enslave [Am] you till you work [D] your youth away.
Oh [Am] God, [C] how I worked my [D] youth away.
Wuppetai [Em]-ai-oh, [G] wuppetai [Em]-ai-ay,
[G] One man's work [A] is another [G] man's play,
Oh God, how [D] I worked my [G] youth away.
You see, I [Em] always liked the notion of a cowboy [G] fighting crime,
[A] This photograph [C]
was taken [G] in my mind.
[D] [G] I could beat those [B]
desperadoes, [C] but there's no sense [Am] fighting time,
[Em] But the singing [A] was a ball, [Em] cause I'm not [A] musical at all,
[C] I moved [Am] my lips to someone [D] else's voice.
[G] [Em]
[C] [G] [A] [C]
[G] [D] Yes, I could have [Em] been most [C] anything I put my [G] mind to be,
[A] But a cowboy's [C] life was the [G] only life for [D] me.
[G] It's a strong [B] man's occupation, [C] riding herd and living [Am] free,
[Em] And strong men often [A] fail, [Em] where shrewd men [A] can prevail,
I'm an [G] old man now with nothing [D] left to say.
But [G] oh God, how [D] I worked my youth [G] away.
Key:
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C
Em
A
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G
C
Em
I could have been [Em] most anything I put my [G] mind to be,
[A] But a cowboy's [C] life was the only [G] life for [D] me.
[G] It's a strong [B] man's occupation, [C] riding herd and living [Am] free,
[Em] But strong men [A] often fail, [Em] where shrewd men [A] can prevail.
I'm an old man now with nothing [D] left to say,
[C] But oh God, how [D] I worked my [G] youth away.
_ Well, you may not [Em] recognize my [C] face, I used to be [G] a star,
[A] A cowboy hero [C] known both near [G] and far.
[D] _ [G] I perched upon [B] a silver mountain, [C] sang with my [Am] guitar,
But [Em] the studio, [A] of course, [Em] owned by saddle and [A] my horse,
But [C] that six-gun on the wall [D] belongs to me.
_ [C] Oh God, I can't live a [G] memory,
_ You know I'd like to put my [Em] finger on [C] that trigger once [G] again,
[A] Point that gun [C] at all the prideful [G] men,
_ [D] _ [G] All the lawyers [B] and the foyers who [C] can pull a [Am] fountain pen,
[Em] And put you where [A] they choose, [Em] with the language that [A] they use,
And enslave [Am] you till you work [D] your youth away.
_ Oh [Am] God, [C] how I worked my [D] youth away.
Wuppetai [Em]-ai-oh, _ [G] wuppetai [Em]-ai-ay,
[G] One man's work [A] is another [G] man's play,
Oh God, how [D] I worked my [G] youth away.
_ You see, I [Em] always liked the notion of a cowboy [G] fighting crime,
[A] This photograph [C]
was taken [G] in my mind.
[D] _ [G] I could beat those [B]
desperadoes, [C] but there's no sense [Am] fighting time,
[Em] But the singing [A] was a ball, [Em] cause I'm not [A] musical at all,
[C] I moved [Am] my lips to someone [D] else's voice.
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ Yes, I could have [Em] been most [C] anything I put my [G] mind to be,
[A] But a cowboy's [C] life was the [G] only life for [D] me.
[G] It's a strong [B] man's occupation, [C] riding herd and living [Am] free,
[Em] And strong men often [A] fail, [Em] where shrewd men [A] can prevail,
I'm an [G] old man now with nothing [D] left to say.
But [G] oh God, how [D] I worked my youth [G] away. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] But a cowboy's [C] life was the only [G] life for [D] me.
[G] It's a strong [B] man's occupation, [C] riding herd and living [Am] free,
[Em] But strong men [A] often fail, [Em] where shrewd men [A] can prevail.
I'm an old man now with nothing [D] left to say,
[C] But oh God, how [D] I worked my [G] youth away.
_ Well, you may not [Em] recognize my [C] face, I used to be [G] a star,
[A] A cowboy hero [C] known both near [G] and far.
[D] _ [G] I perched upon [B] a silver mountain, [C] sang with my [Am] guitar,
But [Em] the studio, [A] of course, [Em] owned by saddle and [A] my horse,
But [C] that six-gun on the wall [D] belongs to me.
_ [C] Oh God, I can't live a [G] memory,
_ You know I'd like to put my [Em] finger on [C] that trigger once [G] again,
[A] Point that gun [C] at all the prideful [G] men,
_ [D] _ [G] All the lawyers [B] and the foyers who [C] can pull a [Am] fountain pen,
[Em] And put you where [A] they choose, [Em] with the language that [A] they use,
And enslave [Am] you till you work [D] your youth away.
_ Oh [Am] God, [C] how I worked my [D] youth away.
Wuppetai [Em]-ai-oh, _ [G] wuppetai [Em]-ai-ay,
[G] One man's work [A] is another [G] man's play,
Oh God, how [D] I worked my [G] youth away.
_ You see, I [Em] always liked the notion of a cowboy [G] fighting crime,
[A] This photograph [C]
was taken [G] in my mind.
[D] _ [G] I could beat those [B]
desperadoes, [C] but there's no sense [Am] fighting time,
[Em] But the singing [A] was a ball, [Em] cause I'm not [A] musical at all,
[C] I moved [Am] my lips to someone [D] else's voice.
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ Yes, I could have [Em] been most [C] anything I put my [G] mind to be,
[A] But a cowboy's [C] life was the [G] only life for [D] me.
[G] It's a strong [B] man's occupation, [C] riding herd and living [Am] free,
[Em] And strong men often [A] fail, [Em] where shrewd men [A] can prevail,
I'm an [G] old man now with nothing [D] left to say.
But [G] oh God, how [D] I worked my youth [G] away. _
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