Don Edwards - The cowboy life

The ^Dmcowboy life is a d^Creary, dreary life ^Am Some say it's free from c^Dmare ^FRounding up the cattle from m^Corning till night In the m^Dmiddle of the p^Arairie so ^Dmbare

^DmHalf-past four, that ^Cnoisy cook will roar ^Am "Hey boys, it's the breaking of ^Dmday” ^FSlowly we rise with s^Cleepy-feeling eyes As the s^Dmhort summer n^Aight passed ^Dmaway

The ^Dmcowboy life is a d^Creary, dreary life ^Am From dawn till the setting ^Dmsun ^FThen his day's work it ^Cis not done For there's s^Dmtill his night g^Auard to go ^Dmon

The w^Dmolves and owls with their t^Cerrifying howls Dis^Amturb us in our midnight d^Dmream When we l^Fayin' in our slickers on a c^Cold, rainy night Way ^Dmover on the P^Aecos s^Dmtream

The c^Dmowboy life is a d^Creary, dreary life ^Am All out in the midnight r^Dmain ^FPunchin' cattle from m^Corning till night Way ^Dmout on the T^Aexas p^Dmlains

^DmSpring sets in, our t^Croubles all begin The w^Ameather being fierce and c^Dmold We're a^Flmost froze from the w^Cater on our clothes And the c^Dmattle we can s^Acarcely ^Dmhold

Now the c^Dmowboy life is a m^Cighty dreary life All ^Amout in the sleet and ^Dmsnow ^FWinter time comes, ^Che begins to think ^DmWhere did his s^Aummer wages ^Dmgo

I ^Dmonce loved to roam, but ^Cnow I stay at home All you ^Ampunchers take my a^Dmdvice Sell your b^Fridle and saddle, quit your r^Cowing and travels Tie ^Dmon to a p^Aretty little ^Dmwife

You can t^Dmalk about your farms and your b^Cig city charms You can t^Amalk about your silver and g^Dmold But the c^Fowboy life is a d^Creary, dreary life When you're d^Dmriving through the h^Aeat and the ^Dmcold

The ^Dmcowboy life is a d^Creary, dreary life All ^Amout in the heat and the c^Dmold While the r^Fich man is sleeping on his v^Celvet couch ^DmDreaming of his s^Ailver and ^Dmgold