A Cowboys Last Song

Am Well they say where I am going Am C/B C Am There's a mansion where God hath rid the night Am But I lie beneath a sky of stars in a Am C/B C Am farmhouse with my hot as the devil wife Am They say the streets are gold with gemstones Am C/B C Am But I'm a rhinestone, dirt road kind of man Am It's a city built for glory Am C/B C Am But Lord give me that open prairie land N.C. Cause if heaven ain't like Texas N.C. I'll make it so, Amen F When I ride on high C G They'll see a man like they have never seen Am G Flying off my Palomino roping F on them golden streets F Am And I'll have heaven lookin like Texas before you're back with me Am The day my boots step through them gates Am C/B C Am A tumbleweed will roll across the road Am Saint Peter willa traded for some wranglers Am C/B C Am To keep the dust from ruining his robes Am The Lord Almighty on His stallion Am C/B C Am Will be leading my trusty Silvertone Am And we'll ride along the caprock Am C/B C Am Toward a sunrise He made in Amarillo N.C. Hell, if heaven ain't like Texas N.C. We'll damn well make it so F When I ride on high C G They'll see a man like they have never seen Am G Flying off my Palomino roping F on them golden streets F Am And I'll have heaven lookin like Texas before you're back with me F F G Am F F G Am F When I ride on high C G They'll see a man like they have never seen Am G Flying off my Palomino roping F on them golden streets F Am And I'll have heaven lookin like Texas before you're back with me F And I'm moving on, moving on, moving on, G Am G moving on but I'm riding F So move along, move along, move along G Am G My baby, oh baby I pray F G Am G Ya gotta move along, move along, move along, oh baby, baby keep trying F Cause I'm moving on, moving on, moving on G Am G Oh baby, it'll be ok F When I ride on high C G They'll see a man like they have never seen Am G Flying off my Palomino roping F on them golden streets F Am And I'll have heaven lookin like Texas before you're back with me