Joe Ely - Indian cowboy

If you ^Cever go ^G7out to the c ^Circus Where the Wallendas walk on the w ^Gire I'll ^Ctell you a tale to rem ^Fember When the wh ^Cite horses le ^G7ap rings of f ^Cire

It was a ^Ccold n ^G7ight in Okla ^Choma The show was about to be ^Ggin The an ^Cimals they were all r ^Festless When the ^Cstar-pony b ^G7roke from her ^Cpen

Now s ^Che was a m ^G7are of high sp ^Cirit Like a whore on a Saturday n ^Gight Just k ^Cickin' and fuckin' past the men who were br ^Fushin' The e ^Clephants l ^G7ying on their s ^Cides

Well cl ^Cose to the t ^G7ent sat some la ^Cnterns Dangerously next to the h ^Gay That m ^Care headed straight for those la ^Fnterns That some f ^Cool had put ^G7there by m ^Cistake

Well ^Cup steps some ^G7Indian C ^Cowboy His lasso went whirlin' through the a ^Gir In the f ^Cull dead-middle of da ^Fnger He r ^Coped that ^G7runaway m ^Care

The elep ^Chants raised ^G7up their tr ^Cumpets Two of them broke from their ch ^Gains And stam ^Cpeded that Indian Co ^Fwboy Who had s ^Caved the b ^G7ig-top from fl ^Cames

So if ^Cyou ever go ^G7out to the c ^Circus Where the Wallendas walk on the w ^Gire Reme ^Cmber that Indian C ^Fowboy When the wh ^Cite horses l ^G7eap rings of f ^Cire ^G7O--h, rings of f ^Cire