Misc Unsigned Bands – Charlie Ewing - Vaquero (Guitar)

Am                                 G
Out of the golden poplar shade,  into a grassy sunlit glade

F
The cowboy reins his horse to blow,

E                                        Am
sits and he scans the slopes below for cattle

 Am                                  G
His saddle's made to rope and ride, riata reins of braided hide

F
Chaps and vest and hat pulled low

E                               Am
Just like a hundred years ago, vaquero

F
For a hundred years he's been the king,

     C
his cricket clicks his rowels ring

   G
Where cattle graze the slopes and hills,

    F                 E       Am        E
he practices vaquero skills unchanging

 Am
In country made just for the cow,

  G
too dry or steep to pull the  plow

     F
The cowboy sits and drinks it in,

      E                           Am
still just like it's always been, high lonesome.

     Am
No man made wonders in his sight,

G
still can see the stars at night

F
He's lost in time and all alone,

  E                        Am                F
away out here he feels at home, contented.

F
For a hundred years he's been the king,

     C
his cricket clicks his rowels ring

   G
Where cattle graze the slopes and hills,

    F                 E       Am        E
he practices vaquero skills unchanging

 Am                                G
And as his eyes lift to the sky, as if to watch an eagle fly

   F
A jet trail flits like skylight lace

E
reminds him of his time and place

F                            C
Technology is here to stay, will progress drive his kind away?

  G
Will he melt away like the mountain snow

  F                            Am
Or go the way of the buffalo, forgotten.

F
For a hundred years he's been the king,

     C
his cricket clicks his rowels ring

   G
Where cattle graze the slopes and hills,

    F                 E       Am
he practices vaquero skills unchanging