Cowboy Logic chords by Michael Martin Murphey

Written By Don Cook and Chuck Rains
As Recorded by Michael Martin Murphy on the 1990 release, Cowboy Songs


          F                    Bb
There's a great American hero, we all look up to
         C7
When the times are hard and the chips are down,
                      F
he knows just what to do
       F                                   Bb
Now a cowboy's got a set of rules that he lives by day to day
       C7                                        F
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
                                     Bb
If it's a fence, mend it.  If it's a dollar bill, spend it
  C7                                F     C7
Before if burns a hole down in them jeans
           F                         Bb
It it's a load, truck it.  If it's a punch, duck it.
            C7                     F
If she's a lady, treat her like a queen
              Bb                     F
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
            C7                                     F
It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings
              Bb                    F
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
           C7                               F    F F# G
He's got a simple solution to just about anything
           G            C
If it's a job, do it.  Put your back in to it.
          D7                                         G   D7
'Cause a little bit of dirt's gonna wash off in the rain
          G                       C
If it's a horse, ride it.  If it hurts, hide it.
 D7                                 G
Dust yourself off and get back on again.
               C                     G
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
            D7                                     G
It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings
               C                     G
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
            D7                               G
He's got a simple solution to just about anything
                                         C
An old cowboy and a young buckaroo were workin', ridin' fence
    D7                                                     G
The old hand was testin' the kid - on his skill and common
sense
         G
He said "Son, if you seen three men in a pickup truck,
         C
dressed alike from boot to hat,
           D7
could you tell which one was the real cowboy,
                    G
just from where he sat?"

The kid scratched his head awhile and then he said
                    C
"Well, there ain't no way to know".
     D7
The old hand grinned and then he said
                                 G
"Kid, you've still got a ways to go.

The real cowboy's the one in the middle.
        C
He ain't there just by fate.
        D7
'Cause first he don't have to drive, and then
                               G
he don't have to mess with the gate"
               C                     G
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
            D7                                      G
It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings
               C                     G
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
            D7                               G
He's got a simple solution to just about anything
            D7                               G
He's got a simple solution to just about anything