Tuning: E A D G B E

^CThe skies are dark and gray

For a week now its been raining everyday And again Kan – sas City Kid Is on the couch still trying to rope the stray

Well he's ^G7Crocket and he's Custer

And he's Hickok's right hand man He's trying to tame the west But mom don't seem to understand

And she's ^Ftold him to get ready Cause its for the time for ^G7bed

^FAnd how he wises he were ^G7free

Cause he was simply born to be

A ^Ccow---boy

Asleep he rides the range On a saddle that has seen its better days And hear the coyotes call They sing the sun to rest as evening falls

We'll ^G7make a pot of coffee boys

So strong you taste the grain Stretch out on your blanket As he clears his throat to sing

^FKeep you eyes upon him With his Gary Cooper ^G7grin

^FIt doesn't take much ^G7sense to see

That he was simply born to be

A ^Ccow---boy

This concrete city's fenced him in

^FCan't win 'em all but he'll be ^Con his feet again

He'll ride his fantasies till then

^FDon't he take after me he was simply born to ^G7be A ^Ccow---boy

^CThe skies are dark and gray

For a week now it's been raining everyday And again Kan – sas City Kid Is all tucked in and dreaming of the range A cow---boy a cow---boy

Eddy Arnold - Cowboy