Tom Russell - Bucking horse moon

Down a one lane road,^D there’s a dusty ^Emfairground ^C Where I learned the ^Gbronc trade,^D I fell in ^Glove With a blue eyed twister^D and her smoky ^Emwhisper ^C She said they ^Gcall me^D the Cimarron ^GDove

We’d spool our bedrolls^D on down to^Emgether ^C My calloused ^Ghands^D comb through her ^Ghair She’d stare at a star^D through an old mes^Emquite tree ^C “See that moon ^Gshadow,^D there’s a bucking horse ^Gthere”

Sweet bird of ^Am7youth, no easy ^Gkeeper Flown with the ^Am7seasons,^C all too ^Dsoon Beneath Mo^Cntana's blue roan ^Bmsky Nevada’s ^Amstarlight^C and a bucking horse ^Gmoon

Our love reeled out^D like a western ^Emmovie ^C Down hard worn ^Ghighways,^D through the rodeo ^Gtowns Wrapped in her wings,^D for the midnight ^Emflying ^C That bucking horse ^Gmoon^D kept shining ^Gdown

Bucking horse ^Emmoon on the hood of the ^Bmtruck She’d smile and ^Csay, “That means good ^Gluck” Bucking horse ^Emshadow, through the purple ^Bmsage We’ll ride for^Cever, our love won’t ^Dage

But heart and ^Gbones^D are made for ^Embreaking ^C The Cimarron^G Dove^D’s flown with the ^Gwind Then a bronc in Prescott,^D rolled on my ^Emback ^C I’ll never ^Gride^D rough-stock a^Ggain

Sweet bird of ^Am7youth, no easy ^Gkeeper Flown with the ^Am7seasons,^C all too ^Dsoon Beneath Mo^Cntana's blue roan ^Bmsky Nevada’s ^Amstarlight^C and a bucking horse ^Gmoon ^{Am C G}

I lost my youth^D on the dusty ^Emfairgrounds ^C I’m an old bronc ^Gfighter,^D long past high ^Gnoon But on a haunted night-wind,^D I can hear her ^Emwhispering ^C As I search the ^Gheavens,^D for the bucking horse ^Gmoon ^C The Cimarron^G Dove^D and the bucking horse ^Gmoon

Sweet bird of ^Am7youth, no easy ^Gkeeper Flown with the ^Am7seasons,^C all too ^Dsoon Beneath Mo^Cntana's blue roan ^Bmsky Nevada’s ^Amstarlight^C and a bucking horse ^Gmoon ^{Am C G} My omen ^Amsundown^C and a bucking horse ^Gmoon ^{Am C G}