Townes van Zandt - Indian cowboy

If you e^Cver go ^G7out to the ^Ccircus Where the Wallendas walk on the w^Gire I'll t^Cell you a tale to rem^Fember When the wh^Cite horses l^G7eap rings of f^Cire

It was a ^Ccold night ^G7in Okla^Choma The show was about to be^Ggin The an^Cimals they were all ^Frestless When the st^Car-horse she ^G7broke from her ^Cpen

Well, she ^Cwas a mare ^G7of high ^Cspirits Like a whore on a Saturday ^Gnight Just a-^Ckickin' and a-buckin' while the men were a-^Fbrushin' The ele^Cphants ^G7lined on the ^Cside

Now close ^Cto the tent ^G7sat a lan^Ctern It was dangerously close to the ^Ghay That mare ^Cheaded straight for that ^Flantern Some ^Cfool had ^G7left there by mi^Cstake

Then ^Cup jumps an ^G7Indian Cow^Cboy And his lasso he throws through the ^Gair Smack-^Cdab in the middle of ^Fdanger He ^Cropes the ^G7runaway ^Cmare

And the ^Celephants ^G7raised up their trum^Cpets And one of them broke from her ^Gchains Stam^Cpeded that Indian ^FCowboy Who ^Cjust saved the ^G7big-top from ^Cflames

If you e^Cver go ^G7out to the ^Ccircus Where the Wallendas walk on the w^Gire Re^Cmember that Indian ^FCowboy When the ^Cwhite horses ^G7leap rings of ^Cfire