Colter Wall - Prairie evening - sagebush waltz

^EOne evening, back home on the ^Aprairie ^E Was in the fair month of ^BJune ^AI set aside ^EMy fool notions of pride And it ^Awasn't a ^F#mmoment too ^B7soon

There was ^Emusic, drinkin', and ^Adancin' ^E I had my fill, if I'm being ^B7true ^ASmack dab, center fire Stood my ^Eown heart's desire She was ^Ashaming the ^F#mglow of the moo^B7n

^ESucked down the last of my ^Acourage ^E And I cut through the dust and the ^B7crowd ^AAnd I took her right hand ^EI asked if she'd stand Merle ^AHaggard was ^F#mringing out ^B7loud

I said, "I'll ^Edance with you if you'll ^Bhave me ^F#mLord knows I'd be glad to have yo^Bu We could ^Eburn up this old native ^Aprairie 'Til there's ^Esage on the ^Bsoles of our ^Eshoes" Sage on the ^Bsoles of our shoes, sweet darlin' Sage on the soles of our ^Eshoes We could step to the swings and the ^Ashuffles 'Til there's ^Esage on the ^Bsoles of our ^Eshoes