The Cowboys Christmas Ball

Intro :
Melody for guitar (low tone)
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Note : In the song, keyboard plays it with high note, but if you wanna play it in
low note using guitar, the melody is above

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    C                  F                   C
Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's waters flow,
    C                                 D                  G
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'" an' the Spanish ponies grow;
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Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
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And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
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Where the coyotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
      G      Dm                 D               G
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the lovely "meadow lark";
      G     Dm                   F                      C
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call -
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It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

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    C                  F                   C
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
    C                                 D                  G
The ladies - "kinda scatterin'" - had gathered in for miles..
    C                  F                   C
The room was togged out gorgeous - with mistletoe and shawls,
    C                           F          G         C
And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
      G                            F                    C
The women folk looked lovely - the boys looked kinda treed,
      G      Dm                 D               G
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!"
      G     Dm                   F                      C
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
      G      Dm                 F           G          C
As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

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    C                  F                   C
Their leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
    C                          D            G
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
    C                  F                   C
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled boots;
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He had the reputation that come when "a fellers shoots."
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His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height;
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His feet were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
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When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!"
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"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
      G                      F                  C
"Salute yer lovely critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
      G      Dm                 D               G
"Climb the grape vine 'round 'em - all hands do-ce-do!
      G      Dm                     F                 C
"You Mavericks, join the round-up - Just skip her waterfall,"
      G      Dm                 F           G          C
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

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    C                  F                   C
Don't tell me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
    C                          D            G
That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
    C                  F                   C
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
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Just Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.
      G                            F                     C
McAllister ain't nowhere, when Windy leads the show,
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I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know -
      G     Dm                 F                    C
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
      G      Dm                 F           G          C
That lively gaited soiree - "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

      G     Dm            F                        C
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
      G      Dm                 F           G          C
That lively gaited soiree - "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."