Just an Old Cowboy

Written by Buck Tohill

 

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He was just an old cowboy on the outskirts of town,

G7                       C

Living alone in a house that’s run down.

F                              C

I used to visit when I was a kid,

G7                                  C

And I'd listen to tales of things that he did.

 

Am                                              G

It was rumored that there was a price on his head,

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Down in old Mexico they wanted him dead.

Am                              G

My mother told me to leave him alone,

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But I couldn’t stay away from his home.

 

Am                                      G

Inside his house there were things from his past,

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Like a pair of old spurs, some worn out old chaps.

Am                 G

A cowboy hat hung on the wall,

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There was a .44 pistol, holster and all.

 

F                                        C              

With the innocence of the very, very young,

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I asked, “Have you ever shot anyone?”

  F                                      C

A faraway look seemed to come to his eye,

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And just for a moment I thought he would cry.

 

Am                               G

He said, “Yes. Once in old Mexico

F                                          E

There was a woman and God I loved her so,

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But her brother, Carlos, wanted me dead

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And he’d made a vow we’d never wed.”

 

F                                              C

“One night when Carmen and I were alone,

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Carlos found out and he came to her home.

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He had been drinking tequila all night,

G7                                             C

It had gone to his head, and he wanted to fight.”

 

Am                                               G

 “He grabbed for his gun, but his bullet missed its mark,

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But my bullet went right straight through his heart.

      Am                               G

When I turned around, my Carmen lay dead.

F                             E            Am

His wild bullet had hit her instead.”

 

C          F                                        C              

He was just an old cowboy on the outskirts of town,

G7                       C

Living alone in a house that’s run down.

F                              C

I used to visit when I was a kid,

G7                                 C                          (Fade to Am two times)

And listen to stories of things that he did.