Rodeo Cold Beer

A D Like old Es Desperados we're ridin' like hell down the highway A E From Houston to Pendleton, San Jaun to old Santa Fe A D This cross 'round my neck keeps me one step ahead of the devil A E A And there's some sweet conejitas that keep me from goin' insane D A I've been livin' on rodeo, cold beer, and old Copenhagen D E I've traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines A D Livin' this way well I may never make it to Heaven A E A Oh but boys if we're lucky we'll be in Wyoming tonight A D We'll stop off in Moorcroft and sip on some Crook County Coffee A E Then swing by the homeplace and say hi to mama and dad A D If we have time we might throw down some Crown by the campfire A E A And we'll say our goodbyes and head back down that highway again D A I've been livin' on rodeo, cold beer, and old Copenhagen D E I've traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines A D Livin' this way well I may never make it to Heaven A E A Oh but boys if we're lucky we'll be in Wyoming tonight D D A A D D E E D A I've been livin' on rodeo, cold beer, and old Copenhagen D E I've traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines A D Livin' this way well I may never make it to Heaven A E A Oh but boys if we're lucky we'll be in Wyoming tonight A E A I said boys if we're lucky we'll be in Wyoming tonight