Dougie Maclean - Northern cowboy

^GHe just rode in from ^DAberdeen ^AmHe's got money in his ^Cpockets And blisters like you've never ever ^Dseen ^GDon't let him fool you with the ^Dstories ^GOf all the money he has ^Dmade ^AmI've been looking along the north-east ^Ccoastline And those cowboys have already dug its ^Dgrave

^GHe just rode in from ^DAberdeen ^AmHe's got money in his ^Cpockets And blisters like you've never ever ^Dseen ^GDon't let him fool you with the ^Dstories ^GOf all the money he has ^Dmade ^AmI've been looking along the north-east ^Ccoastline And those cowboys have already dug its ^Dgrave

^GThere was a time when we were ^Dhappy ^GWith the simple pleasures that we ^Dknew ^AmAnd then one day it started ^Craining And a very ugly storm began to ^Dbrew ^GIt wasn't long before we ^Dnoticed ^GThat the people had a fever in their ^Deyes ^AmThey were taking all the things they'd been ^Cpreserving And going out and throwing them up into the ^Dskies

^GHe just rode in from ^DAberdeen ^AmHe's got money in his ^Cpockets And blisters like you've never ever ^Dseen ^GDon't let him fool you with the ^Dstories ^GOf all the money he has ^Dmade ^AmI've been looking along the north-east ^Ccoastline And those cowboys have already dug its ^Dgrave

^GOnce the money started ^Dmoving ^GThe fever spread from door to ^Ddoor ^AmAnd all the young girls started ^Cselling Something they had never sold ^Dbefore ^GThe people spun around in ^Dcircles ^GConfusion cluttering their ^Dminds ^AmTheir lives were being drawn from ^Cthem By bastards of a hundred different ^Dkinds

^GHe just rode in from ^DAberdeen ^AmHe's got money in his ^Cpockets And blisters like you've never ever ^Dseen ^GDon't let him fool you with the ^Dstories ^GOf all the money he has ^Dmade ^AmI've been looking along the north-east ^Ccoastline And those cowboys have already dug its ^Dgrave

^GSo come all ye northern ^Dcowboys ^GGet back down here upon the ^Dfarm ^AmLeave the salt wind to the ^Csailors Leave the North Sea to the ^Dstorm ^GAnd one day when it's all ^Dover ^GAnd you're hanging up your saddles and your ^Dguns ^AmYou'll look around this oil-stained ^Ccountry And you'll wish to Christ it never had ^Dbegun