C
The skies are dark and gray
For a week now its been raining everyday
And again Kan ?" sas City Kid
Is on the couch still trying to rope the stray
G7
Well he's Crocket and he's Custer
And he's Hickok's right hand man
He's trying to tame the west
But mom don't seem to understand
F
And she's told him to get ready
G7
Cause its for the time for bed
F G7
And how he wises he were free
Cause he was simply born to be
C
A cow---boy
Asleep he rides the range
On a saddle that has seen its better days
And hear the coyotes call
They sing the sun to rest as evening falls
G7
We'll make a pot of coffee boys
So strong you taste the grain
Stretch out on your blanket
As he clears his throat to sing
F
Keep you eyes upon him
G7
With his Gary Cooper grin
F G7
It doesn't take much sense to see
That he was simply born to be
C
A cow---boy
This concrete city's fenced him in
F C
Can't win 'em all but he'll be on his feet again
He'll ride his fantasies till then
F G7
Don't he take after me he was simply born to be
C
A cow---boy
C
The skies are dark and gray
For a week now it's been raining everyday
And again Kan ?" sas City Kid
Is all tucked in and dreaming of the range
A cow---boy a cow---boy
