Chris LeDoux

^D The blood on my ^G sheets has ^D soaked through the ^G bandage
that they ^D wrapped around the stitches in my ^A side
These ^D old country ^G doctors have ^D come to ex ^G pect it
from the ^Em cowboys that come here ^A once a year to ride
Now ^D starin' at the ^G ceiling I'm ^D trying to get my ^G senses
but I c ^D an't recall too much of yester ^A day
exc ^D ept for some c ^G ussin' at that ^D bull we call ^G chism
as they ^D turned us out of ^A chute number ^D 3
^G Chism Chism you're a big bad son of a ^A gun
Your ^Bm hide is tough and it's been scarred
Where ^Em spurs have dug in deep but never ^A hung
^D Chism you're the ^G only reason ^D that I keep on ^G riding
And I'll ^D ride you be ^A fore my ridin's ^D done
^D Someone's brought ^G in the paper and I'm ^D starin' unbe ^G lievin'
At the ^D story that's laid out before my ^A eyes
It ^D talks about you ^G chism how they ^D brought you up from ^G Texas
And the ^Em cowboy that made a valiant ^A 7 second ride
It ^D mentions how you ^G broke your leg when ^D we went down tog ^G ether
And it ^D talks about your horn in my ^A side
But it's ^D goin' on to ^G say how they had to ^D put you ^G away
But it don't ^D tell about these ^A tears in my ^D eyes
^G Chism Chism I love you you son of a ^A gun
Your ^Bm hide was tough and it was scarred
Where my ^Em spurs had dug in deep but never ^A hung
^D Chism I ^G tell you my ^D ridin' days are ^G done
cause ^D after you theres ^A nothing left to ^D ride
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