Chords for Red Steagall- Freckles Brown.wmv

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_ _ _ Well, the year was 67, National Finals rodeo.
_ _ December 1 is the Friday [Gb] night that all [B] bull riders know. _
[E] Best cowboy heroes made and born at rodeos like this.
Cause the cowboys are the toughest, the stock is the best there is.
Then Chuck announced that in shoot 2, [A] the cowboy we all [E] know,
He's a young man now, 46, [Gb] and he's made him [B] a mighty draw. _
[E] His bull is from Jim's shoulder [A] string, Tornado's [E] how it's known.
Yes, Freckles Brown has drawn a [B] bull no one has ever [E] rode. _
[A] And tonight, bull riding [B] history's made, a [A] cowboy gained a crown.
His bull's [B] called Tornado, and the cowboy [E] Freckles Brown. _
He lowered himself on Dark Red Hide, and he pulled his bull rope tight.
He rapped her twice and jerked her hard, made sure he [B] pulled her right. _
Then two [E] big ol' shiny [A] horns looked Freckles in the [E] eye.
Then a snort and a nod, the shoot gate swung, as Freckles yelled, let's ride. _
Two thousand pounds of boiling hell was turning her arm side out.
And showing four feet to the Lord, and giving [B] Freckles hell. _
Eight [E] thousand fans were on their feet, and he couldn't hear a lick.
Cause the only sound he listened for was the buzzer, and then he quit. _
And tonight, bull riding [A] history's made, a cowboy gained a crown.
His bull's [B] called Tornado, and the [E] cowboy Freckles Brown. _ _
[F] _ _ _ It seemed the world exploded, [Bb] as Freckles hit the [F] ground.
He swung his hat around his head, and he shouted [C] with the crowd.
_ _ [F] Cowboy hero born that day, and Freckles totes the load.
Two hundred times that bull had bucked the first time he'd been rode.
_ Now while we're giving credit where we know the credits due.
Yes Freckles is a hero, [G] but Tornado gets some [C] too.
_ [F] Cousin out the bull to show him [Bb] off, the cowboy's got no [F] cause.
And the only time he'll ever [C] win's getting lucky [F] when he draws.
_ _ So if bulls have got [G] a heaven, and somehow we're sure [F] they do.
_ Let's hope [Fm] Tornado's up there, [G] and the Lord has led him [C] through.
Hope his pasture is the greenest, [Bb] and his stock tanks never [F] dry.
And I hope there ain't a single spur [C] to gouge his ugly hide.
_ [Bb] And I hope [C] them cowboys up there keep [Bb] him fat and treat him [F] kind.
And I hope he lives forever, [C] on Bunch Grass, [F] belly high.
_ Cause tonight, [C] bull riding history's [Bb] made, a cowboy gained a crown.
This [C] Lord's called [Bb] Tornado, and the cowboy Freckles Brown. _ _
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