Dave Stamey - Buckaroo man

^AmSleep in a ^Gbed role of ^Fcanvas ^{E Am}As no-see-ums ^Gfeed on your ^Eears ^AmWind blows the ^Gdust just like ^Fbuckshot ^E And I ^Fain't never seen it ^Grain much out ^Ehere

^AmSmell your own ^Gsweat in the ^Fevenin' ^E I wash ^Fup at the ^Ggalvanized ^Etank Nearest ^Ftown forty ^Gmiles, the ^Ccook here he don't smile^Am And ^Fall these young ^Ehorses are ^Amrank

But come a ^Dmty yi yipee ^GI O, on the ^Cback of my Caba^Amllo I ^Fhope to tie one ^Gon when I ^Ecan My ^Dmspurs they don't ^Gring much, ^CI never did sing ^Ammuch But I^F'm a sure e^Enough, a Buck^Amaroo Man

^AmCold finger^Gs stiff in t^Fhe morni^En' ^AmBy noon it's a^G hundred and ^Ethree

^AmFive year old s^Glicks in the ca^Fnyon ^E And ne^Fver a hint of^G a breeze ^E

^AmJug-headed holl^Gow-back ponie^Fs ^{E F}Provide al^Gl with hour^Es of grief ^FThere's snakes in the ^Gshade, ^Cchoya on the ^Amgrade ^FAnd a half a ton^E of grit be^Amtween my teeth