Chris LeDoux

^C Risin' time's at ^G five, the ^F red sun is still ^C sleepin'
My ^F pillow is my ^C saddle, the ^G stars are my ceilin'
My ^C whole body's ^G achin', I got a ^F young colt needin' ^C breakin'
But ya ^F know I can't com ^C plain, ^F thank God ^G some things never ^C change ^G
C There's a storm somewhere that's ^G brewin' as ^F these old bones are ^C creakin'
The ^F cows will soon be ^C down and ^F that old roof a ^G leakin'
Got a ^C truck that needs some ^G tendin' and some ^F fences needin' ^C mendin'
And I ^F know it must sound ^C strange, but ^F thank God ^G some things never ^C change ^G
CHORUS
They ^F fenced in all the free land and ^C oil wells run the range
^F Long gone are the cattle drives since they ^C brought in the trains
But the ^Dm hard work and the ^F friendships still re ^C main
^F Thank God ^G some things never ^C change. ^G
C Out here where ^G nature rules each ^F day's a different ^C battle
And ^F it still takes a ^C man ^G workin' in the saddle
No mach ^C ine can break a ^G bay or ^F bring in a lonely ^C stray
So I ^F guess I will re ^C main, ^F thank God ^G some things never ^C change. ^G
CHORUS
Yeah it ^F looks like this old cowboy will re ^G main
^F Thank God ^G some things never ^C change.