But anyway, the reason I am writing about him is he is performing in Arimo, Idaho, only a short distance away from us and we have tickets to see him next Saturday. I am hoping for a great time. I hope he sings this song:
BUCKAROO MAN
Am G Am
Sleep in a bed roll of canvas.
Am C E
No seeums they feed on your ears.
Am G Am
Wind blows the dust just like buckshot.
Am C E
I ain't never seen it rain much out here.
Am G Am
Smell your own sweat in the evening.
Am C E
Wash up at the galvanized tank.
F G C Am
Nearest town is forty miles, and the cook here he don't smile
F E Am
and all these young horses are rank.
Chorus:
F G C Am
But come a ti yi yippie i o on the back of my caballo
F G E
I wupy ti one on when I can
F G C Am
My spurs they don't ring much and I never did sing much,
F E Am
but I'm sure enough a buckaroo man.
Cold fingers stiff in the morning. By noon its a hundred an three. Five year old slicks in the canyon, and never a hint of a breeze. Jug headed hollow back ponies, provide all with hours of grief.
Well there's snakes in the shade and cholla on the grade and a half a ton of grit between my teeth.
Chorus
That's a great song. It's also really fun to play on the guitar. The chords are just ones my mom and I worked out one night. They're probably not the real ones. And I don't know if all the words are exactly right. Well, see ya next time. Happy trails.
MONSON
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