About Horses And Wars Chords by Red Steagall
Tempo:
78.775 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
Our camp is busy, the pig herd's uneasy, dark skies roll in the [E] near.
He rolls in the tight one, ties down his slip, slaps at some dust on [A] his knee.
He lays out a flat loop, throws at the piebald, laughs as the old [D] pony does.
Then [E] the third time he caught it, guess the old pony let him.
Game's over, he's started [A] to cuss.
Now the night march is his, with his face to the wind, he nods as he rides [D] past the box.
[E] He's humming a song that his granddaddy taught him, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
[D] Then he rides off to cow town when the fall work is over, and goes straight to the two-minis bar.
[E] Where he dances till morning with the prettiest ladies, and tells them stories about horses [A] and war.
The cow camps are empty, the land's full of fences, the cowboys feed hay [E] in a truck.
The chuck wagon stands in a museum in Kansas, rotten and gathering [A] dust.
He rocks in an old chair his granddaddy made him, when the planes were still open [D] and free.
[E] And his leggings still hang on a nail by the bed, gave his spurs to his grandson [A] last spring.
Then he rolls him a tight one and stares at the wall, at a picture of him and the boss.
[E] For a while he jumps cattle, out a sagebrush and cedar, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
[D] Then he dreams he's in cow town, and dances till morning with the girls at the two-minis bar.
[E] Then he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys, and tells lies about horses [A] and wars.
He's seen in his lifetime a gas-powered jet-plane, then a picture they sent back [D] from Mars.
[E] But all that he prays for is to ride off to glory, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
For [D] a while he dreams he's in cow town, and dances till morning with the girls at the two-minis bar.
Then [E] he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys, and tells lies about horses and [A] wars.
Our camp is busy, the pig herd's uneasy, dark skies roll in the [E] near.
He rolls in the tight one, ties down his slip, slaps at some dust on [A] his knee.
He lays out a flat loop, throws at the piebald, laughs as the old [D] pony does.
Then [E] the third time he caught it, guess the old pony let him.
Game's over, he's started [A] to cuss.
Now the night march is his, with his face to the wind, he nods as he rides [D] past the box.
[E] He's humming a song that his granddaddy taught him, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
[D] Then he rides off to cow town when the fall work is over, and goes straight to the two-minis bar.
[E] Where he dances till morning with the prettiest ladies, and tells them stories about horses [A] and war.
The cow camps are empty, the land's full of fences, the cowboys feed hay [E] in a truck.
The chuck wagon stands in a museum in Kansas, rotten and gathering [A] dust.
He rocks in an old chair his granddaddy made him, when the planes were still open [D] and free.
[E] And his leggings still hang on a nail by the bed, gave his spurs to his grandson [A] last spring.
Then he rolls him a tight one and stares at the wall, at a picture of him and the boss.
[E] For a while he jumps cattle, out a sagebrush and cedar, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
[D] Then he dreams he's in cow town, and dances till morning with the girls at the two-minis bar.
[E] Then he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys, and tells lies about horses [A] and wars.
He's seen in his lifetime a gas-powered jet-plane, then a picture they sent back [D] from Mars.
[E] But all that he prays for is to ride off to glory, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
For [D] a while he dreams he's in cow town, and dances till morning with the girls at the two-minis bar.
Then [E] he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys, and tells lies about horses and [A] wars.
Key:
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Our camp is busy, the pig herd's uneasy, dark skies roll in the [E] near. _
He rolls in the tight one, ties down his slip, slaps at some dust on [A] his knee. _
He lays out a flat loop, throws at the piebald, laughs as the old [D] pony does.
Then [E] the third time he caught it, guess the old pony let him.
Game's over, he's started [A] to cuss. _
Now the night march is his, with his face to the wind, he nods as he rides [D] past the box.
[E] He's humming a song that his granddaddy taught him, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
[D] Then he rides off to cow town when the fall work is over, and goes straight to the two-minis bar. _
[E] Where he dances till morning with the prettiest ladies, and tells them stories about horses [A] and war. _
_ _ _ The cow camps are empty, the land's full of fences, the cowboys feed hay [E] in a truck.
The chuck wagon stands in a museum in Kansas, rotten and gathering [A] dust.
_ He rocks in an old chair his granddaddy made him, when the planes were still open [D] and free.
_ [E] And his leggings still hang on a nail by the bed, gave his spurs to his grandson [A] last spring.
Then he rolls him a tight one and stares at the wall, at a picture of him and the boss.
_ [E] For a while he jumps cattle, out a sagebrush and cedar, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
_ [D] Then he dreams he's in cow town, and dances till morning with the girls at the two-minis bar.
_ [E] Then he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys, and tells lies about horses [A] and wars. _ _ _
He's seen in his lifetime a gas-powered jet-plane, then a picture they sent back [D] from Mars.
[E] But all that he prays for is to ride off to glory, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
For [D] a while he dreams he's in cow town, and dances till morning with the girls at the two-minis bar.
Then [E] he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys, and tells lies about horses and [A] wars. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _
Our camp is busy, the pig herd's uneasy, dark skies roll in the [E] near. _
He rolls in the tight one, ties down his slip, slaps at some dust on [A] his knee. _
He lays out a flat loop, throws at the piebald, laughs as the old [D] pony does.
Then [E] the third time he caught it, guess the old pony let him.
Game's over, he's started [A] to cuss. _
Now the night march is his, with his face to the wind, he nods as he rides [D] past the box.
[E] He's humming a song that his granddaddy taught him, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
[D] Then he rides off to cow town when the fall work is over, and goes straight to the two-minis bar. _
[E] Where he dances till morning with the prettiest ladies, and tells them stories about horses [A] and war. _
_ _ _ The cow camps are empty, the land's full of fences, the cowboys feed hay [E] in a truck.
The chuck wagon stands in a museum in Kansas, rotten and gathering [A] dust.
_ He rocks in an old chair his granddaddy made him, when the planes were still open [D] and free.
_ [E] And his leggings still hang on a nail by the bed, gave his spurs to his grandson [A] last spring.
Then he rolls him a tight one and stares at the wall, at a picture of him and the boss.
_ [E] For a while he jumps cattle, out a sagebrush and cedar, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
_ [D] Then he dreams he's in cow town, and dances till morning with the girls at the two-minis bar.
_ [E] Then he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys, and tells lies about horses [A] and wars. _ _ _
He's seen in his lifetime a gas-powered jet-plane, then a picture they sent back [D] from Mars.
[E] But all that he prays for is to ride off to glory, on the back of that old [A] piebald horse.
For [D] a while he dreams he's in cow town, and dances till morning with the girls at the two-minis bar.
Then [E] he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys, and tells lies about horses and [A] wars. _
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