Intro: F G C C verse 1 C F G C He says that in his younger days he rode the rodeos F G But now he tends the gardens of the folks up on the hill C F G C Buckin' broncs and Brahma bulls and only once been throwed D G But it left him with a gimpy leg and a thirst that he can't fill
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F G C In his Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt F G C Acme Roughouts run down at the heels and caked with dirt F G C C/B C/A C/G Sweat stained Stetson pulled down low and a leg that always hurts F G C Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt verse 2 D G A D He says that in his younger days he rode with ol' Pontrel G A But he never never let him put his name or his picture in the book D G A D He sends us down for Beech-Nut and he sips his muscatel E A And says you know boys I'm a whole lot older than I look verse 3 D G A D He's known his share of women and he's dealt his share of cards G A And he pitched some pennies with us he never carries change D G A D And as he clips the hedges and waters down the yard E A He says this sure is a far sight from that, that wild buffalo range
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G A D In his Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt G A D Acme Roughouts run down at the heels and caked with dirt G A D D/C# D/B D/A Sweat stained Stetson pulled down low and a leg that always hurts G A D Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt G A D Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt
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