CAPO 3
G D Em
DOWN A ONE LANE ROAD, THERE’S A DUSTY FAIRGROUND
C G D G
WHERE I LEARNED THE BRONC TRADE, I FELL IN LOVE
G D Em
WITH A BLUE EYED TWISTER AND HER SMOKEY WHISPER
C G D G
SHE SAID THEY CALL ME THE CIMMARON DOVE
WE’D SPOOL OUR BEDROLLS ON DOWN TOGETHER
MY CALLOUSED HANDS COMBS THRU HER HAIR
SHE’D STARE AT A STAR THRU AN OLD MESQUITE TREE
“SEE THAT MOON SHADOW, THERE’S A BUCKING HORSE THERE”
CHORUS
G Am7 G
SWEET BIRD OF YOUTH, NO EASY KEEPER
G Am7 D
FLOWN WITH THE SEASONS, ALL TOO SOON
C G
BENEATH MONTANA’S BLUE ROAN SKY,
G Am C G
NEVADA’S STARLIGHT AND A BUCKING HORSE MOON
OUR LOVE REELED OUT LIKE A WESTERN MOVIE
DOWN HARD WORN HIGHWAYS, THRU THE RODEO TOWNS
WRAPPED IN HER WINGS, FOR THE MIDNIGHT FLYING
THAT BUCKING HORSE MOON KEPT SHINING DOWN
BUCKING HORSE MOON ON THE HOOD OF THE TRUCK
SHE’D SMILE AND SAY “THAT MEANS GOOD LUCK”
BUCKING HORSE SHADOW, THRU THE PURPLE SAGE
WE’LL RIDE FOREVER, OUR LOVE WON’T AGE
BUT HEART AND BONES ARE MAKE FOR BREAKING
THE CIMMARON DOVE’S FLOWN WITH THE WIND
THEN A BRONC IN PRESCOTT, ROLLED ON MY BACK
I’LL NEVER RIDE ROUGH STOCK AGAIN
CHORUS
I LOST MY YOUTH ON THE DUSTY FAIRGROUNDS
I’M AN OLD BRONC FIGHTER, LONG PAST HIGH NOON
BUT ON A HAUNTED NIGHT WIND, I CAN HEAR HER WHISPERIN
AS I SEARCH THE HEAVENS, FOR THE BUCKING HORSE MOON
THE CIMMARON DOVE AND THE BUCKING HORSE MOON
CHORUS
|
