Gene Autry - Dear old western skies

^ADear old weste^C#7rn skies ^D I wanna go ^{Dm A}Where the longhorn cattle roam ^{E7 A E7 A}Dear old weste^C#7rn skies ^D There'll never be ^{Dm A}Another place like my old hom^E7e ^A

It s^Deems that I can hear The cattle lowin'^{A A7}

^DSeems that I can see The purple sage blo^Awin' ^E7 I h^Aope Old Paint and I will hea^C#7r the dogies ^D By and by ^Dm Under dear ^Aold western sk^E7ies ^A

The cowb^Aoy may roam from his^D homeland ^A Way out ^E7on the great divide ^{A E7} But in his heart ^Ahe will still be a ^Dcowboy ^A And long^B7 for his pony to ride ^E7

It s^Deems that I can hear The cattle lowin'^{A A7 D}Seems that I can see The purple sage blo^Awin' ^E7 I h^Aope Old Paint and I will hea^C#7r the dogies ^D By and by ^Dm Under dear ^Aold western sk^E7ies ^A Odelaye^Aeo 'delayeeay '^Ddelayeeo 'delay^Aeeo 'delayee ^{E7 A}