CAPO 3
[G]DOWN A ONE LANE ROAD, [D]THERES A DUSTY [Em]FAIRGROUND
[C]WHERE I LEARNED THE [G]BRONC TRADE, [D]I FELL IN [G]LOVE
[G]WITH A BLUE EYED TWISTER [D]AND HER SMOKEY [Em]WHISPER
[C]SHE SAID THEY [G]CALL ME [D]THE CIMMARON [G]DOVE
WED SPOOL OUR BEDROLLS ON DOWN TOGETHER
MY CALLOUSED HANDS COMBS THRU HER HAIR
SHED STARE AT A STAR THRU AN OLD MESQUITE TREE
SEE THAT MOON SHADOW, THERES A BUCKING HORSE THERE
CHORUS
[G]SWEET BIRD OF [Am7]YOUTH, NO EASY [G]KEEPER
[G]FLOWN WITH THE S[Am7]EASONS, ALL TOO S[D]OON
[C]BENEATH MONTANAS BLUE ROAN [G]SKY,
[G]NEVADAS [Am]STARLIGHT AND A B[C]UCKING HORSE [G]MOON
OUR LOVE REELED OUT LIKE A WESTERN MOVIE
DOWN HARD WORN HIGHWAYS, THRU THE RODEO TOWNS
WRAPPED IN HER WINGS, FOR THE MIDNIGHT FLYING
THAT BUCKING HORSE MOON KEPT SHINING DOWN
BUCKING HORSE MOON ON THE HOOD OF THE TRUCK
SHED SMILE AND SAY THAT MEANS GOOD LUCK
BUCKING HORSE SHADOW, THRU THE PURPLE SAGE
WELL RIDE FOREVER, OUR LOVE WONT AGE
BUT HEART AND BONES ARE MAKE FOR BREAKING
THE CIMMARON DOVES FLOWN WITH THE WIND
THEN A BRONC IN PRESCOTT, ROLLED ON MY BACK
ILL NEVER RIDE ROUGH STOCK AGAIN
CHORUS
I LOST MY YOUTH ON THE DUSTY FAIRGROUNDS
IM AN OLD BRONC FIGHTER, LONG PAST HIGH NOON
BUT ON A HAUNTED NIGHT WIND, I CAN HEAR HER WHISPERIN
AS I SEARCH THE HEAVENS, FOR THE BUCKING HORSE MOON
THE CIMMARON DOVE AND THE BUCKING HORSE MOON
CHORUS
[G]DOWN A ONE LANE ROAD, [D]THERES A DUSTY [Em]FAIRGROUND
[C]WHERE I LEARNED THE [G]BRONC TRADE, [D]I FELL IN [G]LOVE
[G]WITH A BLUE EYED TWISTER [D]AND HER SMOKEY [Em]WHISPER
[C]SHE SAID THEY [G]CALL ME [D]THE CIMMARON [G]DOVE
WED SPOOL OUR BEDROLLS ON DOWN TOGETHER
MY CALLOUSED HANDS COMBS THRU HER HAIR
SHED STARE AT A STAR THRU AN OLD MESQUITE TREE
SEE THAT MOON SHADOW, THERES A BUCKING HORSE THERE
CHORUS
[G]SWEET BIRD OF [Am7]YOUTH, NO EASY [G]KEEPER
[G]FLOWN WITH THE S[Am7]EASONS, ALL TOO S[D]OON
[C]BENEATH MONTANAS BLUE ROAN [G]SKY,
[G]NEVADAS [Am]STARLIGHT AND A B[C]UCKING HORSE [G]MOON
OUR LOVE REELED OUT LIKE A WESTERN MOVIE
DOWN HARD WORN HIGHWAYS, THRU THE RODEO TOWNS
WRAPPED IN HER WINGS, FOR THE MIDNIGHT FLYING
THAT BUCKING HORSE MOON KEPT SHINING DOWN
BUCKING HORSE MOON ON THE HOOD OF THE TRUCK
SHED SMILE AND SAY THAT MEANS GOOD LUCK
BUCKING HORSE SHADOW, THRU THE PURPLE SAGE
WELL RIDE FOREVER, OUR LOVE WONT AGE
BUT HEART AND BONES ARE MAKE FOR BREAKING
THE CIMMARON DOVES FLOWN WITH THE WIND
THEN A BRONC IN PRESCOTT, ROLLED ON MY BACK
ILL NEVER RIDE ROUGH STOCK AGAIN
CHORUS
I LOST MY YOUTH ON THE DUSTY FAIRGROUNDS
IM AN OLD BRONC FIGHTER, LONG PAST HIGH NOON
BUT ON A HAUNTED NIGHT WIND, I CAN HEAR HER WHISPERIN
AS I SEARCH THE HEAVENS, FOR THE BUCKING HORSE MOON
THE CIMMARON DOVE AND THE BUCKING HORSE MOON
CHORUS
