C  G  Am G F


[VERSE]
    C                   G
Ol' Tuck was a cowboy I knew years ago,
            Am           G            F
Could put a stretch in a story like a forty foot rope.
C                        G
Young an' wide-eyed, I believed every word,
      Am                  G           F
As he rambled through the canyons an' stampeded herds.
G
Swore there were still Comanches in them breaks to the south:
          F
He'd seen good hands ride in there an' never rode out.

C  G  Am G F


[PD ]
         C                           G
He had a horse he called Dollar that twice saved his life.
        Am         G                  F
He lost him to Jim Shoulders playing' poker one night.
     C                           G
When I turned eighteen, I packed up an' left home:
         Am              G           F             G
Tuck was pretty old back then an' by now he's long gone.


[CHORUS]
    Am                          G 
But I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die:
         F
They get put out to pasture way up the sky.
      Am                      G
So if God's got a Heaven for old cowboy legends,
           F
I hope the grass is greener on the other side,
    Am            G         C
An' he's got good horses to ride.

C  G  Am G F


[VERSE]
C                                                    G
Now the folks back home would tell you Tuck was just crazy an' old.
    Am        G           F
But I still believe in Conquistador gold.
          C                    G
An' those memories look like a mirage in the distance,
        Am            G         F
Starin' out from this prison of urban existence.
   G
So I saddle up an' I go back now an' then,
   F
To remember who I was an' just forget where I am.


[G  O]
C  G  Am G F
C  G  Am G F


[PD-C HORUS]
        C                               G
Now the concrete an' steel, they spread out like a plague.
   Am          G           F
Consumin' the rivers, the mountains, and the plains.
     C                        G
Then one of these days, it'll all be gone.
    Am              G           F           G
But somewhere, that spirit will always live on.


[VERSE}
       Am                          G
'Cause I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die:
         F
They get put out to pasture way up the sky.
      Am                     G
So if God's got a Heaven for old cowboy legends,
           F
I hope the grass is greener on the other side,
    Am            G         F    G
An' he's got good horses to ride.
      Am            G                C  G  Am G F
Yeah, he's got good horses to ride.
                            C  G  Am G F
A few good horses to ride.
                            C  G  Am G F
A few good horses to ride.


[OUTRO]
C  G  Am G F
C  G  Am G F


This song also sounds great tuned down a full step with these chords:
C   ->   D
G   ->   A
Am  ->   Bm
F   ->   G