Equine

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   D
Stormy throws her head
   G                          Em
She don't like the sound of lead
   G                           A                 D     A
Rippin' through the sky on a cool clear autumn morn'
D
She high trots back home
 G                       Em
She can't stand to be alone
 G                                 A                   D  A7
And she's been that way since the day that she was born

  G              A           D           A           G
But I love her anyway and I wouldn't trade a single day
    Em               G             A
Of ridin' for another day to be alive
  G                          A
The wind in her long black mane
 D                 A                   G
She's the only thing that keeps me sane
 Em                  G              A
The only way today a cowboy can survive
   D
Equine

 D
A mind all his own
  G                        Em
Old Bud was as hard as a stone
  G                                 A             D
And he threw me to the ground a dozen times or more
 D
Runnin' down the road
  G                          Em
Cussin' cause I'd just been throwed
 G                        A                  D
All the way back to the old brown double barn door

 G              A           D           A           G
But I loved him anyway and I wouldn't trade a single day
    Em               G             A
Of ridin' for another day to be alive
  G                          A
The wind in his long black mane
D                 A                   G
He's the only thing that keeps me sane
 Em                  G              A
The only way today a cowboy can survive
   D
Equine

   Bm                          A
There's a fire burnin' in me still
   G                    D
And a cold, hard-iron will
   Em            G                    A
To get back on no matter how hard I fall
    Bm                       A
And I think of them days sometimes
   G                  D
To ease my troubled mind
   Em            G               A       D
Ev'rytime my back's up against a wall

   D
He's one tired, old paint
   G                     Em
He's a little less can than can't
    G                  A           D
And I see the hesitation in his eyes
    D
I lift a little saddle on
   G                            Em
He kicks him in the sides and they're gone
      G            A               D
And Lord I can't believe how the years go by

    G                 A
And how I love that little boy
   D               A        G
Ridin' high like Gene and Roy
  Em                 G                 A
Fadin' like a hero into that western sun
   G                    A
The wind in his thick gold hair
     D                       A           G
I close my eyes and for a moment I'm there
    Em               G              A
The only way today a cowboy can survive
   D
Equine

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