Chris LeDoux – Born To Follow Rodeo (Guitar)

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Faded old blue wranglers, dusty cowboy hat

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pair of scuffed-up boots upon your feet

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can of pork and beans that you opened with your knife

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it ain't much but it's all you got to eat

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You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low

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just call I'll send your busfare to come home

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but you're just too proud to take it and home won't be the same

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now you've had a taste of rodeo

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You set out on the road

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to seek your boyhood dreams

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to satisfy the hunger in your soul

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you wouldn't turn back now

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even if you could

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you were born to follow rodeo

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All your moneys gone

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cept a twenty dollar bill

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but that's your fee to enter old Cheyenne

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and all that's in your favor is you and your try

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and a deep knawing desperately to win

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as you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air

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in your mind a promise had been made

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if this way of life don't kill you

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and you don't starve to death

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you swear you'll be a champion someday

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You set out on the road

        A
to seek your boyhood dreams

         D              E         A
to satisfy the hunger in your soul

           D               E
you wouldn't turn back now

  A
even if you could

    D             E            A
you were born to follow rodeo

  A
Faded old blue wranglers

  A
Dusty cowboy hat

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pair of scuffed-up boats upon your feet

                      E
can of pork and beans that you open with your knife

                                         A
It ain't much but it's all you got to eat