Don Edwards - The old cow man

I r^Dode across a valley range I h^Gadn't seen for ye^Dars The tr^Dail was all so spoilt and strange It nearly fetched the te^Aars I h^Dad to let ten fences down The fu^Gssy lanes ran wr^Dong And e^Dach new line would make me frown And h^Aum this mournin' s^Gong ^D

^GMhm, h^Gear 'em stretchin' of the wi^Dre The u^Drban brand is on the land I reckon I'll re^Atire While pro^Dgress toots her greedy horn And ^Gmakes her motor b^Duzz I th^Danks the Lord I wasn't born No la^Ater than I w^Gas ^D

'Twas go^Dod to live when all the sod With^Gout no fence or fu^Dss Bel^Donged in partnership with God Mother Nature and to u^As Where sky^Dline bounds from east to west And r^Goom to go and c^Dome I lo^Dved my fellow man the best When ^Ahe was scattered s^Gome ^D

^GMhm, clo^Gser and closer crawls the w^Dire There's ha^Drdly place to step away And call a man a l^Aiar Their ho^Duse has locks on every door Their l^Gand is in a cr^Date These ai^Dn't the plains of God no more They're on^Aly real es^Gtate ^D

When m^Dy old soul hunts range and rest Be^Gyond the last di^Dvide Just pl^Dant me in some stretch of West Sunny, lone and w^Aide Let ca^Dttle rub the tombstone round And co^Gyotes mourn their k^Din Let ho^Drses come and paw the moun' But do^An't you fence it i^Gn ^D

^GMhm, f^Gar and farther flings the wi^Dre To cr^Dowd and pinch another inch It's all their heart's des^Aire The wo^Drld is overstocked with men And so^Gme will see the d^Day When e^Dach must keep his little pen But I'^All be far a^Gway

^GMhm M^Ghm M^Dhm M^Dhm M^Ahm While pr^Dogress toots her greedy horn And ma^Gkes her motor b^Duzz I th^Danks the Lord I wasn't born No la^Ater than I w^Gas