Ropin' Pen
written by Willmon/Kinney
Album: "A Little More Livin'"
INTRO: D
D
Every Friday afternoon I hitch up the trailer
G
Saddle up Ol' Rock and ice down the cooler
Bm A D
Drive that backroad until it ends at the ropin' pen
D
There's rusted out pick-ups and fancy rigs
G
Twenty thousand dollar horses, then there's my old stick
Bm A D
But we're all the same the minute we ride in to the ropin' pen
CHORUS:
C G D
Well I ain't no Clay'O or Speed
C G A7
But I give her hell, hell you never can tell, someday I just might be
D
We'll turn a few steers and tell a few lies
G
Kick back in the saddle and philosophize
Bm A
Most of life's problems, we can probably solve 'em
D
At the ropin' pen
SOLO
We don't do it for the money, hell we're always broke
Just ask my old buddy Nathan what he paid to rope
He lost a couple wives, half the fingers on his hands too the ropin' pen
And it takes a little skill and a little luck
And you can talk smack if you can back it up
Ah but we're all friends no matter who wins here at the ropin' pen
CHORUS:
C G D
Well I ain't no Clay'O or Speed
C G A7
But I give her hell, hell you never can tell, someday just I just might be
D
We'll turn another pen of steers and tell a few more lies
G
Drink another beer and hypothesize
Bm A
Most of life's problems, hell we're gonna solve 'em
D
At the ropin' pen
Bm A D
See you all again next weekend here at the ropin' pen
D
At the ropin' pen
D
Down at the ropin' pen
D
At the ropin' pen
OUTRO: D
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