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F#When a Bcowboy says women he means two different kinds F#There's the real kind Band then there's the kind in his miF#nd, and DThe real kind is a mysterBy that he can't understaEnd BBut the miEnd kind Bhe knows Ebmlike the palm of his hand BOh the minEd kind he knows lBike the palm of his hand F# B
ESo up get along doggy BmLittle dogBgy get along EbThe niBghts are the prairie are lonely and long F#And he'll camp Bdown in the canyon Ethe moon lights the land And he'll meet tEhat old lady thF#at he understands B Oh he'll meet that old ladF#y thatB he understands
So Buck get your fiddle and play me Ethat sonBg About the two kinds of womDben and the nightsF# that aDbre long, and BCamp down in theE canyon, ladies so fine B And the one about how cowboys jack off all the tEbime B Oh the Eone about how cowboys jack oF#ff all the time B
EAnd it's up get along doggy Little doggy get along B EbThe niBghts on the prairie are lonely and long F#And old Buck loBves to play E'Cause buck knows it's true You know deep inE his heart he'sF# the damn cowboy tooB I guess deep in our heartsF# we'reB all damn cowboys too
So up get along doggy Little doggy get along The nights are the prairie are lonely and long And we'll camp down in the canyon The moon lights the land And meet there the ladies that we understand Oh we'll meet there the ladies that we understand