Strum E Spoken: It's impossible, when dust settlin to the backs of large animals make a racket you can't think. Impossible to conceive that pure fear whether measured in degrees of cold or heat can both freeze and incinerate so much''.in mere seconds.E A E WELL THE CHUTE GATE WINGS OPEN, HERE WE GO AGAINE A E THE DESPARATE DANCE, THE KICK AND THE SPINE C#m G#m DUST RISIN FROM A CROSS BRED BULL, FIRE MEETS WITH PRIDEG#m A E A MAN'S COME A LONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDEHIS WIFE'S IN THE GRANDSTANDS, TRYIN TO SWALLOW THE FEAR A LITTLE BABY INSIDE HER, WHO'S TIME'S DRAWING NEAR THE BULLS FLYING HIGH NOW, THEN HE FALLS TO HIS SIDE THEIR LOVE CAME A LONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDEE C#m G#m TWO HEARTS IN THE DARKNESS, SING A BLUE LULLABYG#m A E BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY, FOR A COWBOY'S LAST RIDE AND WHEN THE DUST HAD ALL SETTLED AND THE CROWD DISAPPEARED THE SIRENS STILL ECHO, IN AN UNBORN CHILDS EAR LITTLE BOYS DUE IN APRIL, HE HAS HIS DADDY'S BLUE EYES HE'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER, HIS FATHER'S LAST RIDEE C#m G#m THEY PREACHED AT THE SERVICE, FROM JOHN 25G#m A E HOW CHRIST CAME ALONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDEE G#m A E BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY, FOR A COWBOY'S LAST RIDEE A E WELL THE CHUTE GATE SWINGS OPEN, HERE WE GO AGAIN
All This Way For The Short Ride
Tom Russell
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