Rider on the Rim Chords (The) by Red Steagall And The Boys In The Bunkhouse

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[B] _ _ _ On the wagon last October [E] was a kid of [B] seventeen,
A city kid from Dallas, wet behind the [F#] ears and green.
_ He'd [B] stepped out of the pages [E] of a western [B] catalog,
Not the kind you'd pick [F#] to ride the rivers [B] and the bogs.
_ _ [E] The boss had throwed this kid and me together for the drive,
[B] We took the outside circle, I was mad and [F#] full of fat.
_ _ [E] There ain't no place for tender feet cause where we had to go,
[B] Was through the hills and badlands where the twisted [F#] cedar grew.
_ [B] This kid had drawed a snaky [E] bronc, plumb full of [B] dirty tricks,
Well I'll give the kid his credit boy as he stayed and [F#] took his licks.
_ [B] Cause every time he got throwed [E] off he'd step back [B] on again,
We wondered how much practice [F#] in this city [B] boy could stand.
_ [E] At the head of Anna Royal where the tamaracks grow tall,
[B] I sent the kid a drifting north right up [F#] Dead Man's Draw.
_ [E] The country's pretty open and the draw ain't very deep,
[B] So I took Black Oak Canyon where the bluffs are [F#] high and steep.
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[F#] _ [Bm] It was misty in the canyon and the light was sort of dim,
And through the mist I saw a ghostly rider on the rim,
[F#m] He waved his hat in motion to go back the way I'd come.
Then when the mist had cleared away the ghostly [B] form was gone. _ _
_ _ _ Well I turned my horse around and [E] headed back for Dead [B] Man's Draw,
I know the kid's in trouble I can feel it in [F#] my craw.
_ [B] From the trail of broken cedars [E] and the deep tracks [B] in the sand,
The grey was using all his [F#] tricks the kid had [B] made a hand.
_ [F#m] _ [E] But there beneath a cut bank where the trail was slick and steep,
[B] The grey lay thrashing on his side the kid lay [F#] underneath.
_ _ [E] With his foot run through the stirrup hole into the horse's head,
[B] He knew that if the grey got up he'd soon be [F#] drugged to death.
_ _ [B] The kid was tired and getting weak [E] the horse was [B] gaining ground,
I slipped my gut line on his neck the kid got [F#] turned around.
_ [F#] _ [B] So he was in the saddle when [E] the horse got to [B] his feet,
Then we rode out together but [F#] we didn't [B] hardly speak.
_ _ [E] A dozen times I've ridden out along the canyon rim,
[B] There ain't no tracks and I ain't seen a ghostly [F#] form again.
_ [E] I don't really care if you believe a word I say,
[B] But a cowboy guardian angel helped me save the kid [F#] that day.
[C#m] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [Bm] It was misty in the canyon and the light was kinda dim,
And through the mist I saw a ghostly rider on the rim.
[F#m] If I live to be a hundred I will not forget the day,
When a cowboy guardian angel taught two [Bm] punchers how to pray. _ _
_ _ How to pray.
_ _ _ _ [B] How to pray. _ _ _ _
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