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#Songwriter and Performer: Chris LeDoux
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[E]Blue eyes and frcles neath a [A] white cowboy [E] hat
His two bestest friends are his [F#] dog and his [B7] cat
He's [A] one of the [A/G#] good guys [F#m] it's plain to [E]see
[A] shore enough [E] cowboy though [B7] he's only [E] three
[E] There's a cute little filly she [A] lives right next [E] door
She'd like to brand him but [F#] he's no green[B7]horn
She'll [A] offer him [A/G#] candy but [F#m] he knows her [E]game
[A]he'll take what she [E] gives him then [B7] be on his [E] way
Chorus:
[A] Blue eyes and [E] freckles and [A] holes in his [E] jeans
[A] out in the [E] back yard [F#] ridin' his [B7] dreams
He's [A] uor little [E] cowboy [F#m] until the [E] day our
[A] fences can't [E] hold him and [B7] he'll ride a[E]way.
Vs. 3
Saturday morning he's up before dawn
Grabs his cap pistol and pulls his hat on
Today the Lone Ranger and him make their ride
Them outlaws better find some place to hide
Vs 4
With tears in his eyes and a scratch on his chin
His onery old cyuse done throwed him again
But a kiss and a cookie will soon ease the pain
He'll mount up and be back ridin' the range
Mama just look how our little boy's grown
He'll soon be a man with a mind all his own
And I know the hardest thing we'll ever do
Is take down the fences and just turn him loose
#Songwriter and Performer: Chris LeDoux
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[E]Blue eyes and frcles neath a [A] white cowboy [E] hat
His two bestest friends are his [F#] dog and his [B7] cat
He's [A] one of the [A/G#] good guys [F#m] it's plain to [E]see
[A] shore enough [E] cowboy though [B7] he's only [E] three
[E] There's a cute little filly she [A] lives right next [E] door
She'd like to brand him but [F#] he's no green[B7]horn
She'll [A] offer him [A/G#] candy but [F#m] he knows her [E]game
[A]he'll take what she [E] gives him then [B7] be on his [E] way
Chorus:
[A] Blue eyes and [E] freckles and [A] holes in his [E] jeans
[A] out in the [E] back yard [F#] ridin' his [B7] dreams
He's [A] uor little [E] cowboy [F#m] until the [E] day our
[A] fences can't [E] hold him and [B7] he'll ride a[E]way.
Vs. 3
Saturday morning he's up before dawn
Grabs his cap pistol and pulls his hat on
Today the Lone Ranger and him make their ride
Them outlaws better find some place to hide
Vs 4
With tears in his eyes and a scratch on his chin
His onery old cyuse done throwed him again
But a kiss and a cookie will soon ease the pain
He'll mount up and be back ridin' the range
Mama just look how our little boy's grown
He'll soon be a man with a mind all his own
And I know the hardest thing we'll ever do
Is take down the fences and just turn him loose
