Roger Miller - The ballad of waterhole 3

The c^C7ode of the west ain?t some words on a ^Ampage You j^Cust natch?lly k^Fnow it when ^Bbyou come of a^Gge You ^C7eat when you?re hungry you dri^Fnk when you?re ^F7dry You l^Gook every m^Fan in the ^C7eye ^GOh, the c^Code of the west, when the boys t^Falk of w^C7omen The c^Code of the west, what-cha know ^Fyou don?t t^Bb7ell The code of the west, a man ^Ebsoaps his own ^Absaddle , b^Frand his own ^Bbcattle and ^Ebsome of his ^Bbneighbors as ^Gwell

If y^C7ou?re build-in fences then I ain?t for h^Amire You ^Cget me for ^Fnothing and I^Bb bring the wi^Gre You ^C7patch up my windows, I?ll ^Fplumb up you?re d^F7oor?s If ^Gyou scratch my ^Fback , I?ll scratch ^C7yours ^GOh, the c^Code of the west, you must ^Fhonor your n^C7eighbor The ^Ccode of the west, to your ^Fown self be ^Bb7true The code of the west, you must^Eb do un-to o^Abthers, ^Fdo un-to o^Bbther?s befo^Ebre they do ^Bbit un-to y^Gou.