Chords for He Ain't a Cowboy
Tempo:
86.25 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
G
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [D] [G] [E]
He found that buckle in a pawn shop, [A] can't two-step across [E] this floor.
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud, [Bm] can't be [G] what you're looking [Bm] for.
He's [E] got a half-assed smile and fixin' the drawl, he's [A] dressed up like the [E] Marlboro Man.
He's never backed in a box, dropped in a chute, and he's never wrote for a brand.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy, he's [A] just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, maybe [B] that's the kind of man you'll rack.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, so he [A] ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I want, [B] sure to break your heart [E] one day.
He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn, [A] or thrown hay till the sun [E] came up.
He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, [Bm] hell, the man don't drive a truck.
[E] He'll be out of Crosstown tomorrow night [Em] in skinny jeans, cause he had [A] no shame.
[E] He's never tipped his hat for [Bm] guts or glory, or riding through [E] the paint.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy, he's [A] just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of man you'll rack.
[C#] And he [E] can't saddle up no horse, so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I [B] want, sure to break your [Em] heart one day.
[A] [E]
[Bm] [E] He's selling you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you [A] will learn.
[E] Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a [B] title [E] that you earn.
[Em] [G] So if you [E] leave with me tonight, know that it's [G] hell I'll [A] put you through.
[Em] But we'll be rolling outside with those speakers cranked up, listening to [E] Chris LeDoux.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a [G] plowboy, [A] he's just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [Bm] maybe that's the [B] kind of man you'll rack.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I [B] want, sure to break your [E] heart one day.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I want, sure to break your [G] heart one day.
[E]
He found that buckle in a pawn shop, [A] can't two-step across [E] this floor.
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud, [Bm] can't be [G] what you're looking [Bm] for.
He's [E] got a half-assed smile and fixin' the drawl, he's [A] dressed up like the [E] Marlboro Man.
He's never backed in a box, dropped in a chute, and he's never wrote for a brand.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy, he's [A] just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, maybe [B] that's the kind of man you'll rack.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, so he [A] ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I want, [B] sure to break your heart [E] one day.
He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn, [A] or thrown hay till the sun [E] came up.
He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, [Bm] hell, the man don't drive a truck.
[E] He'll be out of Crosstown tomorrow night [Em] in skinny jeans, cause he had [A] no shame.
[E] He's never tipped his hat for [Bm] guts or glory, or riding through [E] the paint.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy, he's [A] just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of man you'll rack.
[C#] And he [E] can't saddle up no horse, so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I [B] want, sure to break your [Em] heart one day.
[A] [E]
[Bm] [E] He's selling you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you [A] will learn.
[E] Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a [B] title [E] that you earn.
[Em] [G] So if you [E] leave with me tonight, know that it's [G] hell I'll [A] put you through.
[Em] But we'll be rolling outside with those speakers cranked up, listening to [E] Chris LeDoux.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a [G] plowboy, [A] he's just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [Bm] maybe that's the [B] kind of man you'll rack.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I [B] want, sure to break your [E] heart one day.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I want, sure to break your [G] heart one day.
[E]
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[Em] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He found that buckle in a pawn shop, [A] can't two-step across [E] this floor.
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud, [Bm] can't be [G] what you're looking [Bm] for.
He's [E] got a half-assed smile and fixin' the drawl, he's [A] dressed up like the [E] Marlboro Man.
_ _ He's never backed in a box, dropped in a chute, and he's never wrote for a brand.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy, he's [A] just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, maybe [B] that's the kind of man you'll rack.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, so he [A] ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I want, [B] sure to break your heart [E] one day. _ _ _
_ _ _ He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn, [A] or thrown hay till the sun [E] came up.
He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, [Bm] hell, the man don't drive a truck.
[E] He'll be out of Crosstown tomorrow night [Em] in skinny jeans, cause he had [A] no shame.
_ [E] He's never tipped his hat for [Bm] guts or glory, or riding through [E] the paint.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy, he's [A] just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of man you'll rack.
[C#] And he [E] can't saddle up no horse, so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I [B] want, sure to break your [Em] heart one day. _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ He's selling you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you [A] will learn. _
[E] Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a [B] title [E] that you earn.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [G] So if you [E] leave with me tonight, know that it's [G] hell I'll [A] put you through. _
[Em] But we'll be rolling outside with those speakers cranked up, listening to [E] Chris LeDoux.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a [G] plowboy, [A] he's just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [Bm] maybe that's the [B] kind of man you'll rack.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I [B] want, sure to break your [E] heart one day.
_ And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I want, sure to break your [G] heart one day.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He found that buckle in a pawn shop, [A] can't two-step across [E] this floor.
Them boots ain't ever seen the mud, [Bm] can't be [G] what you're looking [Bm] for.
He's [E] got a half-assed smile and fixin' the drawl, he's [A] dressed up like the [E] Marlboro Man.
_ _ He's never backed in a box, dropped in a chute, and he's never wrote for a brand.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy, he's [A] just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, maybe [B] that's the kind of man you'll rack.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, so he [A] ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I want, [B] sure to break your heart [E] one day. _ _ _
_ _ _ He's never pulled no plow from dusk till dawn, [A] or thrown hay till the sun [E] came up.
He's never hooked no bass on a Texas rig, [Bm] hell, the man don't drive a truck.
[E] He'll be out of Crosstown tomorrow night [Em] in skinny jeans, cause he had [A] no shame.
_ [E] He's never tipped his hat for [Bm] guts or glory, or riding through [E] the paint.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a plowboy, he's [A] just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [B] maybe that's the kind of man you'll rack.
[C#] And he [E] can't saddle up no horse, so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I [B] want, sure to break your [Em] heart one day. _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ He's selling you a lie, girl, here's a lesson you [A] will learn. _
[E] Those boots don't make a cowboy, baby, it's a [B] title [E] that you earn.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [G] So if you [E] leave with me tonight, know that it's [G] hell I'll [A] put you through. _
[Em] But we'll be rolling outside with those speakers cranked up, listening to [E] Chris LeDoux.
He ain't a cowboy, he ain't a [G] plowboy, [A] he's just a city boy [E] in disguise.
And he's never drove a tractor, [Bm] maybe that's the [B] kind of man you'll rack.
[E] And he can't saddle up no horse, so [A] he ain't ever gonna [E] ride away.
And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I [B] want, sure to break your [E] heart one day.
_ And I'm a saddle-sore puncher and a buckle I want, sure to break your [G] heart one day.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _