From the hills of Kay cee, Wy o ming

where (G7)life’s wool y and wild,

came a Na vy brat in a cow boy hat and that Co pen hag en smile.

And from buck in’ broncs to honk y tonks, he al ways sang a cow boy song.

We were (D)much too young, hav in’ (B7)too much fun,

as (E7)we all (A7)sang a long.

And we sang (G)“life’s

a high way,”

there’s on ly (G)one way you’re gon na get (D)through it.

When she (G)starts to twist,

be (D)more like Chris, pull your (E7)hat down tight and (A7)just (CN.C.)Le Doux it.

When that whis tle blows and the crowd ex plodes and them (G7)pick up men are at your side,

they tell you, (D)“Good ride,

cow boy,

good (D)ride.”

From gold buck les to gold rec ords,

well, once a (A7)gain he was spin nin’ ’round.

Took the whole world on and he turned us on to that (F#7)“West ern Un der ground.”

And from (E)“Bare back Jack” to “This Cow boy’s Hat,” the songs were strong er than his pain.

He did (E)not slow down from (C#7)town to town like chil dren (F#7)run nin’ through the rain.

And we sang (A)“life’s

a high way,” there’s on ly (A)one way you’re gon na get (E)through it.

When she (A)starts to twist, be (E)more like Chris, pull your (F#7)hat down tight and (B7)just (CN.C.)Le Doux it.

When that whis tle blows and that crowd ex plodes and them pick up men are at your side,

they tell you, (E)“Good ride,

cow boy, good (E)ride.”

We sang (A)“life’s

a high way,” there’s on ly (A)one way you’re gon na get (E)through it.

When she (A)starts to twist, be (E)more like Chris, pull your (F#7)hat down tight and (B7)just (CN.C.)Le Doux it.

When that whis tle blows and that crowd ex plodes and them pick up men are at your side,

they tell you, (E)“Good ride,

cow boy, good (E)ride.”

We sang

boy, good ride.”

Then he crossed that riv er Jor dan with Saint (A)Pe ter (A7)on the oth er side,

sing in’ (E)“Good ride,

cow boy, good ride.”

Say “Good ride,

cow boy, good ride.”