Ridin by Don Edwards Guitar Chords

[Verse]
C
Some folks like the city
            Dm
Grass thats curried smooth and green
         G7
Theaters and stranglin collars
                  C
Wagons run by gas olene
But for me its hawse and saddle
         Dm
Everyday without a change
        G7
And the dessert sun a blazin
                      C
On a hundred miles of range

       F         G7
Just a ridin, a ridin
        C             Dm
Dessert riplin in the sun.................
          F              Dm
Mountains blue along the skyline
        G7                    C
I don't envey anyone when I'm riden

When my feet is in my stirrups
       Dm
And my hawse is on the bust
         G7
With his hooves a flashin lightnin
                     C
In a cloud of golden dust
And the bawl-in of the cattle
     Dm
Is a com-in down the wind
       G7
Then a finer life than riden
                        C
Would be mighty hard to find

       F        G7
Just a ridin, a ridin
        C                    Dm
Spittin long cracks thru the air.............
        F         Dm
Stirrin up a baby cyclone
       G7                           C
Rippin up the prickly pear when I'm ridin

I don't need no art exhibits
         Dm
When the sunset does her best
         G7
Painting ever-lasting glory
                         C
On the moun-tains to the west
And your opry sounds so foolish
         Dm
When the night-bird starts his tune
        G7
And the desserts silver mounted
                      C
By the touches of the moon

       F        G7
Just a ridin, a ridin
    C                  Dm
Who can envy kings and czars..............
     F                Dm
When the coyotes down the valley
      G7                           C
Are a singin to the stars when i'm ridin

When my last long trail is ended
       Dm
And my final bacons curled
        G7
And the last great roundups finished
                         C
At the home ranch of the world
I don't want no harps nor halos
          Dm
Robes nor other dressed up things
         G7
Just let me ride the starry ranges
                        C
On a spotted horse with wings

       F        G7
Just a ridin, a ridin
       C                Dm
Nothin I'd like half so well..............
     F              Dm
As a roundin up the sinners
          G7                         C
That have wondered out of hell and a ridin,
Just a ridin