Chris LeDoux

I was ^D born and raised in the red clay hills of ^A Texas
In the land where the grass gets only beer can ^D tall
Thatâs where I learned to cuss and fight and ^G chew Brown Mule Tobacco
^Em Fix windmills Îfore I was five years ^A old
^G I rode every head of stock from the ^D Gulf to Kansas City
Runninâ wild is all Iâve eve ^A r known
But this ^G cowboyâs got a weakness for Tight L ^D evis and Yellow Ribbons
And thereâs ^G somethinâ Îbout à ^A Žem I canât le ^D ave alone
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Tight Le ^G vis and Yellow Ri ^A bbons make a ^D cowboy swim a river
That be ^G fore he jumps, he ^A knows is way too ^D wide
And theyâll ^G make him throw a ^A saddle on a ^D bronc heâs never seen
And ^G one he knows heâll ^A never break to ^D ride
I ^D met her at a rodeo in Douglas, Ari ^A zona
Iâd drawn the rankest horse a man could ^D draw
Well, I rode him tall and spurred him high
And ^G when I made the whistle
The ^A crowd went wild but she was all I saw
That ^G night we had a beer or two with ^D friends of mine from Dallas
She smiled and said she loved the Texas d ^D rawl
And I ^G felt like Roy Rogers did in ^D all those cowboy movies
ÎCuz ^G I became the ^A hero, got the ^G money, ^A girl and ^D all
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