Marty Robbins - Doggone cowboy

^FI'm kin to the rovin' wind that ^Dmbrings the norther in ^GmAlong that dusty ^Ctrail I'll take my ^Fstand ^{C F}The steers are big and bold and the ^Dmnights are often cold ^GmBut I'll get by ^Cso long as I can

^FThrow that rope and brand that ^Dmcalf ^Gmdream of a girl in a ^Cphotograph ^FI got no home I got no wife ^Gmbut I'll be a doggone ^Ccowboy all of my ^Flife

^FI'm up at the crack of dawn and I ^Dmthrow the bacon on ^GmSeems somehow my ^Cwork is never ^Fthrough^{C F}When I get done at night all the ^Dmstars are big and bright ^GmBut then that's sorta what you're ^Cused to when you

^FThrow that ^Dmrope and ^Fbrand that ^Dmcalf ^Gmdream of a girl in a ^Cphotograph ^FI got no home I got no ^Dmwife ^Gmbut I'll be a doggone ^Ccowboy all of my ^Flife

^FThe hot dry wind may blow and you'll ^Dmsee me in the rain and snow ^GmWith just an old camp^Cfire to keep me ^Fwarm ^{C F}I'll move the herd along and I'll ^Dmgreet them with a song ^GmSo I guess that ^CI was born

^FThrow that rope and brand that calf ^Gmdream of a girl in a ^Cphotograph ^FI got no home I got no ^Dmwife ^Gmbut I'll be a doggone ^Ccowboy all of my ^Flife