Tom Russell - Little blue horse

Go and saddle your ^Glittle blue ^Chorse ^C7 We're ^Friding for ^Fmbetter or ^Cworse ^C7 'Cross the ^Fblue midnight ^Fmsky Where the ^Cstars never ^Amdie On the ^Cwings of your ^Glittle blue ^Chorse ^G

He’s got a ^CNavajo brand^G on his ^Chip ^C7 He’s got '^FMade in Ja^Fmpan' beneath his ^Clip ^C7 He’s got ^Fburs in his mane^Fm He won’t ^Cever be ta^Ammed Baby, ^Csaddle your ^Glittle blue ^Chorse ^C7

Down ^Fall of my days I never ^Emfigured his ways He ^Frides on that ^Gsandman moon^Cbeam He’s a ^Fnursery rhyme horse From ^EmBanbury Cross Where morning's ^Dnever as far as it ^Gseems And lulla^Fbies are the ^Gmystery of ^Amdreams ^{F Am G}

He’s got ^Crocking chair ^Glegs made of ^Cwood ^C7 He’d be a ^Freal horse, if ^Fmonly he ^Ccould ^C7 Through ^Fall kinds of ^Fmweather On a ^Cbed of goose ^Amfeathers We’ll ^Cride on your ^Glittle blue ^Chorse

So baby, lay ^Gdown on your ^Cbed ^C7 Chase the ^Ftroubles and ^Fmtrials from your ^Chead ^C7 Close your ^Fsweet little ^Fmeyes We’ll ^Cmount up and ^Amride Through the ^Chills on your ^Glittle blue ^Chorse ^G Over ^Cblankets on a ^Glittle blue ^Chorse