Tom Russell - All this way for the short ride

When the chute gate swings ^Fopen, here we go a^Cgain The desperate ^Fdance, the kick and the ^Cspin Dust rising from a ^Amcrossbred bull, fire meets with ^Empride The man's come a ^Flong way, just for the short ^Cride

His wife's in the ^Fgrandstand, trying to swallow the ^Cfear A little baby in^Fside her, who's time's drawing ^Cnear The bulls flying ^Amhigh now, then he falls to his ^Emside Their love came a ^Flong way, just for the short ^Cride

Two hearts in the d^Amarkness, sing a blue lulla^Emby Beat the drum ^Bbslowly,^F for a cowboy's last ^Cride ^{Bb F C}

And when the dust had all ^Fsettled and the crowd disap^Cpeared The sirens still ^Fecho in an unborn child's ^Cear Little boys due in ^AmApril, he'll have daddy's blue ^Emeyes He'll always re^Fmember, his father's last ^Cride

They preached at the ^Amservice, from John 2^D5 How Christ came a ^Bblong way,^F just for the short ^Cride Beat the drum ^Bbslowly,^F for a cowboy's last ^Cride ^{Bb F C}

Well, the chute gate swings ^Fopen, here we go a^Cgain