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# THE BUCKSKIN LADY
by Bob Frank [performed by Chris LeDoux]
[STRUM] [C]Now, I’ve got a pony, the [F]fastest thing a[G]round,
And of [C]all the girls I’ve known she’s the [F]truest [G]one I’ve [C]found.
Well, she’ll [F]cut ‘em and she’ll head ‘em just the [C]way you want ‘em
turned,
And if you [G]drop your loop around ‘em, she can [C]make a grass rope hum,
And any [F]time you got a rodeo, and [C]I’ve got the entry fee,
You can [G]bet your boots my [F]gal and I will [C]come.
CHORUS
[C]Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the [F]plains of Colo[G]rado
That young [C]pony was [F]born to work the [G]trail.
Some old [C]Idaho rawhider was the [F]first one tried to [G]ride her,
Bronco [C]buster, wild horse [F]rustler, well she [G]flipped him off like a
turkey feather duster.
[STRUM] [C]Now, some folks like a Cadillac with [F]power brakes and [G]air,
Just [C]give me a Hamlee saddle and my [F]little [G]buckskin [C]mare.
[C]Well, I [F]rode her up a mountain when we [C]made that summer drive,
And I [G]took her to Wyomin’ for a [C]rodeo or two,
At old Chey[F]enne and Saratoga, we [C]roped them little dogies,
She the [G]best ole gal this [F]cowboy ever [C]knew.
[STRUM] [C]When she gets to old to rodeo too [F]old to ride the [G]range,
I’ll [C]take the Buckskin Lady out ac[F]ross the [G]open [C]plains.
[C]Cause she’s [F]just an ole cow pony and I [C]know she’d go plum crazy
If she [G]had to stand unsaddled around the [C]barn the whole day through
I’ll just [F]turn her loose to ramble under[C]neath them Rocky Mountains
And [G]tell ‘em that her [F]workin’ days are [C]through.
CHORUS
[C]Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the [F]plains of Colo[G]rado,
That’s my [F]pony sir and I [G]say she ain’t for [C]sale.
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# THE BUCKSKIN LADY
by Bob Frank [performed by Chris LeDoux]
[STRUM] [C]Now, I’ve got a pony, the [F]fastest thing a[G]round,
And of [C]all the girls I’ve known she’s the [F]truest [G]one I’ve [C]found.
Well, she’ll [F]cut ‘em and she’ll head ‘em just the [C]way you want ‘em
turned,
And if you [G]drop your loop around ‘em, she can [C]make a grass rope hum,
And any [F]time you got a rodeo, and [C]I’ve got the entry fee,
You can [G]bet your boots my [F]gal and I will [C]come.
CHORUS
[C]Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the [F]plains of Colo[G]rado
That young [C]pony was [F]born to work the [G]trail.
Some old [C]Idaho rawhider was the [F]first one tried to [G]ride her,
Bronco [C]buster, wild horse [F]rustler, well she [G]flipped him off like a
turkey feather duster.
[STRUM] [C]Now, some folks like a Cadillac with [F]power brakes and [G]air,
Just [C]give me a Hamlee saddle and my [F]little [G]buckskin [C]mare.
[C]Well, I [F]rode her up a mountain when we [C]made that summer drive,
And I [G]took her to Wyomin’ for a [C]rodeo or two,
At old Chey[F]enne and Saratoga, we [C]roped them little dogies,
She the [G]best ole gal this [F]cowboy ever [C]knew.
[STRUM] [C]When she gets to old to rodeo too [F]old to ride the [G]range,
I’ll [C]take the Buckskin Lady out ac[F]ross the [G]open [C]plains.
[C]Cause she’s [F]just an ole cow pony and I [C]know she’d go plum crazy
If she [G]had to stand unsaddled around the [C]barn the whole day through
I’ll just [F]turn her loose to ramble under[C]neath them Rocky Mountains
And [G]tell ‘em that her [F]workin’ days are [C]through.
CHORUS
[C]Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the [F]plains of Colo[G]rado,
That’s my [F]pony sir and I [G]say she ain’t for [C]sale.
