Chris Ledoux - Thank the cowboy for the ride

^CWell he was pushing seven,^F she was barely five He ^Grode up on his broomstick horse and ^Csaid, you wanna ride? His ^Cboots made a funny sound 'cause ^Fthey were his daddy's ^Dmsize His ^Ghat keep slippin' down below his ^Ceyes And they ^Frode off in the ^Gsunset down the ^Csidewalk She ^Flaughed at him ^Gevery time that ^Che talked His ^Ftwo front teeth were ^Gmissin' but he ^Chad the cutest ^Fsmile ^GShe thanked the cowboy for the ^Cride

^CWell he was seventeen the ^Fnext time he rode up ^GShe'd never seen inside a ^Cpickup truck ^CWell, he was tall and handsome, smiling ^Fcuter than be^Dmfore He'd ^Ggrown up to fit them boots he ^Fwore And they ^Frode off in the ^Gsunset down the ^Chighway They ^Ftook their time ^Ggettin' home the ^Cback way ^FLater on in the ^Gfront porch swing he ^Cpulled her by his ^Fside She ^Gthanked the cowboy for the ^Cride

^DWell he's almost sixty-seven, and ^Gshe'll admit to fourty-nine He still ^Aloves her like a child, and she still ^Dfeels the same Well he ^Dsmiles a little slower at the ^Gtwinkle in her ^Emeye They ^Astill saddle up from time to ^Dtime And they ^Gride off in the ^Asunset in the ^Devening ^GStars as bright as ^Aif they'd never ^Dseen them She ^Gnever fails to ^Asay it before they ^Dgo to sleep each ^Gnight Well, I ^Alove you cowboy, ^Gthank you for the ^Dride Well, I ^Glove you cowboy,^A thank you for the ^Dride