Capo 4
[(G)] [(Am)] [(C)] [(D)] [(G)]
(G) Hanging on the wall
Just like a (Am) thousand times you been there
a (C) picture of a (D) field of dande(G)lions
(G) and a young stud colt a-followin
some ol (Am) cowboy on a brood mare
(C) Bound to make it (D) home by dinner (G) time
Theres a thunder head a-comin
This rain would do this dusty dirt some good
but it aint a cowboy's weather
so he nudges his old faithful
and turns around to call out to the stud
Chorus:
(G) Come on (Am) Willie
Theres a (G) dark cloud comin yonder
The (C) devil beats his (D) wife with a silver (G) chain
(G) Come on (Am) Willie
Boy, (G) cant you hear the thunder
Your (C) ma and me dont (D) travel well in (G) rain
It aint nothing much to look at
Just a print I got from grandma
A real west river cowgirl in her day
and sometimes I need religion
since the old girls gone before me
and thats when I can hear the cowboy say
Chorus
And now the western feelin
has become another side show
a-sellin out the bygone days gone by
and we never know its rainin
We cant hear it for our thunder
We cant see it for our clouds up in the sky
Chorus
Your (C) ma and me dont (D) travel well in (C) rain (G)
[(G)] [(Am)] [(C)] [(D)] [(G)]
(G) Hanging on the wall
Just like a (Am) thousand times you been there
a (C) picture of a (D) field of dande(G)lions
(G) and a young stud colt a-followin
some ol (Am) cowboy on a brood mare
(C) Bound to make it (D) home by dinner (G) time
Theres a thunder head a-comin
This rain would do this dusty dirt some good
but it aint a cowboy's weather
so he nudges his old faithful
and turns around to call out to the stud
Chorus:
(G) Come on (Am) Willie
Theres a (G) dark cloud comin yonder
The (C) devil beats his (D) wife with a silver (G) chain
(G) Come on (Am) Willie
Boy, (G) cant you hear the thunder
Your (C) ma and me dont (D) travel well in (G) rain
It aint nothing much to look at
Just a print I got from grandma
A real west river cowgirl in her day
and sometimes I need religion
since the old girls gone before me
and thats when I can hear the cowboy say
Chorus
And now the western feelin
has become another side show
a-sellin out the bygone days gone by
and we never know its rainin
We cant hear it for our thunder
We cant see it for our clouds up in the sky
Chorus
Your (C) ma and me dont (D) travel well in (C) rain (G)
