Cowboy To The Core Chords by Pbr All Stars
Tempo:
97.85 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
G
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [A] [E]
[D] [A]
[E] [D] I [A]
[E] [D] make my living [A] eight seconds [E] at a time.
I try [D] to tame boiling [C#m] hell by gouging [C] ugly hide.
[E] No [D] room for fear [C#m] if you gotta [E] find a door.
Cause this ain't the [D] place to find out [A] you ain't cowboy [E] to the core.
I got a number on [D] my back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
[E] Ride on my [D] life, put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up [D] tight, wrap my head in [A] suicide, like every [G] time before.
[A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get [A] cowboy to [E] the core.
[D] [A] Some [D] say I'm crazy, [C#m] right out [E] of my mind.
Cause [D] rainbows with slinging [C#m] horns is how I [C] spend my [E] time.
It ain't [D] just the money, the [C#m] bubbles, or the [E] crowds roar.
It's what gives me [D] what I've got to [C#m] be, and that's cowboy [E] to the core.
I got a number on my [D] back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
[E] Ride on my [D] life, put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got [G] high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up [D] tight, wrap my head in [A] suicide, like every [G] time before.
[A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get [A] cowboy to [E] the core.
[D]
[A] I've had my [E] share of bad wrecks.
[A] I've had more breaks than [E] I've got bumps.
[A] But there ain't no [E] better high [D] than to hear that whistle before I feel [B] the floor.
[A]
[E]
[A] [D]
[Em] Got a number on my [Dm] back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
Ride on my life, [D] put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got [G] high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up tight, [D] wrap my head in suicide, [A] like every [G] time before.
[A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get cowboy [A] to [E] the core.
[A] Yeah, cowboy to [E] the core.
[D]
[A] Yeah, [Em] yeah, [D] yeah.
[A] Come on, [E] y'all.
[D]
[A] Yeah, [Em] yeah.
[D] [A]
[E]
[D] [A]
[E] [D] I [A]
[E] [D] make my living [A] eight seconds [E] at a time.
I try [D] to tame boiling [C#m] hell by gouging [C] ugly hide.
[E] No [D] room for fear [C#m] if you gotta [E] find a door.
Cause this ain't the [D] place to find out [A] you ain't cowboy [E] to the core.
I got a number on [D] my back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
[E] Ride on my [D] life, put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up [D] tight, wrap my head in [A] suicide, like every [G] time before.
[A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get [A] cowboy to [E] the core.
[D] [A] Some [D] say I'm crazy, [C#m] right out [E] of my mind.
Cause [D] rainbows with slinging [C#m] horns is how I [C] spend my [E] time.
It ain't [D] just the money, the [C#m] bubbles, or the [E] crowds roar.
It's what gives me [D] what I've got to [C#m] be, and that's cowboy [E] to the core.
I got a number on my [D] back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
[E] Ride on my [D] life, put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got [G] high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up [D] tight, wrap my head in [A] suicide, like every [G] time before.
[A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get [A] cowboy to [E] the core.
[D]
[A] I've had my [E] share of bad wrecks.
[A] I've had more breaks than [E] I've got bumps.
[A] But there ain't no [E] better high [D] than to hear that whistle before I feel [B] the floor.
[A]
[E]
[A] [D]
[Em] Got a number on my [Dm] back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
Ride on my life, [D] put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got [G] high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up tight, [D] wrap my head in suicide, [A] like every [G] time before.
[A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get cowboy [A] to [E] the core.
[A] Yeah, cowboy to [E] the core.
[D]
[A] Yeah, [Em] yeah, [D] yeah.
[A] Come on, [E] y'all.
[D]
[A] Yeah, [Em] yeah.
[D] [A]
[E]
Key:
A
D
E
G
C#m
A
D
E
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] I _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] make my living [A] eight seconds [E] at a time.
I try [D] to tame boiling [C#m] hell by gouging [C] ugly hide.
[E] No [D] room for fear [C#m] if you gotta [E] find a door.
Cause this ain't the [D] place to find out [A] you ain't cowboy [E] to the core.
I got a number on [D] my back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
[E] Ride on my [D] life, put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up [D] tight, wrap my head in [A] suicide, like every [G] time before.
_ [A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get [A] cowboy to [E] the core.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ Some [D] say I'm crazy, [C#m] right out [E] of my mind.
Cause [D] rainbows with slinging [C#m] horns is how I [C] spend my [E] time.
It ain't [D] just the money, the [C#m] bubbles, or the [E] crowds roar.
It's what gives me [D] what I've got to [C#m] be, and that's cowboy [E] to the core. _
I got a number on my [D] back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
[E] Ride on my [D] life, put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got [G] high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up [D] tight, wrap my head in [A] suicide, like every [G] time before.
_ [A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get [A] cowboy to [E] the core.
_ [D] _ _
[A] _ I've had my [E] share of bad wrecks. _
[A] I've had more breaks than [E] I've got bumps. _
[A] _ But there ain't no [E] better high _ [D] than to hear that whistle before I feel [B] the floor. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[Em] Got a number on my [Dm] back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
Ride on my life, [D] put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got [G] high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up tight, [D] wrap my head in suicide, [A] like every [G] time before. _
_ [A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get cowboy [A] to [E] the core. _
[A] Yeah, cowboy to [E] the core.
_ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ Yeah, [Em] yeah, [D] yeah. _
[A] _ _ Come on, [E] y'all.
_ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ Yeah, [Em] yeah.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] I _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] make my living [A] eight seconds [E] at a time.
I try [D] to tame boiling [C#m] hell by gouging [C] ugly hide.
[E] No [D] room for fear [C#m] if you gotta [E] find a door.
Cause this ain't the [D] place to find out [A] you ain't cowboy [E] to the core.
I got a number on [D] my back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
[E] Ride on my [D] life, put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up [D] tight, wrap my head in [A] suicide, like every [G] time before.
_ [A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get [A] cowboy to [E] the core.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ Some [D] say I'm crazy, [C#m] right out [E] of my mind.
Cause [D] rainbows with slinging [C#m] horns is how I [C] spend my [E] time.
It ain't [D] just the money, the [C#m] bubbles, or the [E] crowds roar.
It's what gives me [D] what I've got to [C#m] be, and that's cowboy [E] to the core. _
I got a number on my [D] back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
[E] Ride on my [D] life, put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got [G] high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up [D] tight, wrap my head in [A] suicide, like every [G] time before.
_ [A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get [A] cowboy to [E] the core.
_ [D] _ _
[A] _ I've had my [E] share of bad wrecks. _
[A] I've had more breaks than [E] I've got bumps. _
[A] _ But there ain't no [E] better high _ [D] than to hear that whistle before I feel [B] the floor. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[Em] Got a number on my [Dm] back, start up [A] jazz, first draft [G] in my bills.
Ride on my life, [D] put ton of dynamite, [A] waiting to float, got [G] high in the street.
[E] I pull my rig up tight, [D] wrap my head in suicide, [A] like every [G] time before. _
_ [A] Pull my hat down, low move up on my road, knock my head, let it [D] go, and get cowboy [A] to [E] the core. _
[A] Yeah, cowboy to [E] the core.
_ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ Yeah, [Em] yeah, [D] yeah. _
[A] _ _ Come on, [E] y'all.
_ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ Yeah, [Em] yeah.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _