Collin Raye - Latter day cowboy

When the b^Goy was no m^C/Gore than a s^Ghave^G/Br His o^Dld man told m^D7any a t^Gale ^G/B How his gr^Geat granddad u^Csed to go dr^Govin’^G/B Back and fo^Drth on the old Ch^D7isholm Tr^Gail Now you mi^Cght say the boy got infected By a fantasy of the old w^Gest For his h^A7eart and his soul got connected To a sp^Dirit that won’t let him r^D7est

Now ^Ghe don’t wear s^G/Bpurs that go j^Cingle^D He d^Gon’t spend his n^G/Bights ‘round a f^Cire ^D And i^Gt’s diesel ^G/Boil that his^C horses^D require^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D G}He is a l^G/Batter day c^Cowboy^{D G}Dressed as a t^G/Bruck drivin’ m^Can ^{D G}Drivin’ his w^G/Bheels and his d^Creams^D to Chey^Genne

He beds d^Gown by the s^Cide of the h^Gighway^G/B At the si^Dght of the f^D7irst evenin’ s^Gtar ^C In the da^Grkness his b^Cig pony i^Gdles^G/B As he qu^Dietly s^D7trums his g^Guitar And he s^Cings out a song of his sweetheart Even as her sweet mem’ry grows d^Gim And he s^A7ings of the trail he has chosen But the a^Dctual fact is the t^D7rail chose him

^GDrivin’ his w^G/Bheels and his dr^Ceams^D to Chey^Genne