Rodeo Rider chords by Lew London

• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Verse 1:
D                    A                               G                            D    A7
Born in the city, he taught high-school history; his mind just drifts back to the past.
D                    A                       G              D
Stories of yesterday, tales of a Western way, grew into his plans.
         Em                          A                     Em                             A
Until he left that brick prison that some folks call school with a second-hand pack and a sign.
    D                      A                              G                      D
And workin’ the carnivals, tent shows, and gamblin’ halls, he blew it all to get by.
           Em                              A
And he’s a high hand with the ladies and a hell-raiser too,
Em                         A
lives in the world he most wanted to.


Chorus 1:
   D              A            G                                         D
He wanted to be a rodeo rider, silver-trimmed saddles that shine for the crowds.
          D                         A                G
But he’ll spend out his days ridin’ fence in Montana,
N.C.                             D
and on the high ground where his dreamin’ gets done,
         G         A   G   A      D  A  G  D  A7
cryin’, “Oh, oh my my. Oh, oh, my my.”

Verse 2:
D                       A                            G                                  D    A7
Year after year he just followed the spurs and ropes, like a moth drawn to candle-flame fire.
D                       A                  G                         D
Year after year he just followed the rodeo, and soon he’s too old to ride.
         Em                                    A
And he’s twelve years out of college and not a damn thing to show.
    Em                      A
The papers just hang on the wall, you know.


Chorus 2:
   D              A            G                                         D
He wanted to be a rodeo rider, silver-trimmed saddles that shine for the crowds.
          D                         A                G
But he’ll spend out his days ridin’ fence in Montana,
N.C.                             D
and on the high ground where his dreamin’ gets done,
         G         A   G   A      D  A  G  D  A7  A  G  D
cryin’, “Oh, oh my my. Oh, oh, my my.”


Verse 3:
D                     A                       G                          D     A7
Last year in Santa Fe, he drew his final pay. Took everything except his pride.
    D                          A                           G                            D
His body all scarred and bent, old bones too tired to mend. Don’t dim the lights in his eyes.
    Em                        A                Em                    A
And he and his lady are gonna move to Montana, build ‘em a home on a Big Sky ranch.


Chorus 3:
   D              A            G                                         D
He wanted to be a rodeo rider, silver-trimmed saddles that shine for the crowds.
          D                         A               G
But he’ll spend out his days ridin’ fence in Montana,
N.C.                             D
and on the high ground where his dreamin’ gets done,
        G         A   G  A  D  A  G  F  Bm     A   G  A  D
cryin’ “Oh, oh my my. Oh oh.”          “Oh, my my. Oh oh oh.”