Аккорды Marty Robbins - "Cowboy In The Continental Suit"
Gtp аккорды: Cowboy In The Continental Suit
Текст песни:
G D7 G Well he walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim Em D7 Said he's just came down from a place called Highland Rim G Bm C G Well he said he came to ride the horse the one they called The Brute D7 G But he didn't look like a cowboy in his Continental Suit D7 G We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word Em D7 He walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heard G Bm C G А thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild Cayuse D7 G А meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute D7 G The horse that he was looking for was in chute number eight Em D7 He walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate G Bm C G We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes D7 G From the inside pocket of his continental suit D7 G He rolled himself a quirley and he lit it standing there Em D7 He blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear G Bm C G We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate D7 G Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate D7 G The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick Em D7 He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck G Bm C G He pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute D7 G Sat like he was born there in his continental suit D7 G The Brute's hind end was in the air his front end on the ground Em D7 Kicking and a squealing trying to shake the stranger down G Bm C G But the stranger didn't give an inch he came to ride The Brute D7 G And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit D7 G Well I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me Em D7 He said I don't believe the crazy things I think I see G Bm C G But I think I see the outlaw the one they call The Brute D7 G Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit D7 G The Brute came to a standstill ashamed that he'd been rode Em D7 By a city cowboy in some continental clothes G Bm C G The stranger took his money and we don't know where he went D7 G We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since D7 G The moral of this story never judge by what they wear Em D7 Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire G Bm C G Everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot D7 G The sure enough bronc buster in a continental suit