A Cowboy On Letting Go

Bm Bm Bm Bm Bm I held on tight for all my life G Like cowboys always do D I rode in sun and rain A And a blizzard once in June Bm You can call me the weatherman G Cause I live for the storm D No matter what the forecast A I always rolled with vintage form | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm G Oh and anytime anything my life got hard D I’d stuck my hat down low A And I’d spur with all my heart Bm Yeah there weren’t no bronc I couldn’t ride G No battle I could lose D With an iron grip my fingertips A And lightning in my shoes Bm All but that was till I met you girl G And I watched it all go as I was thrown D A My high horse and I fell like the Alamo Bm Aw, but now you’re gone and now I’m alone G And I hold on to your ghost D Cause letting slip with a cowboy loves A Bm Is what kills him the most | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm G Now, I’m about to learn a lesson D They don’t teach in cowboy school G Sometimes growing up a cowboy D Means growing up a fool G D Bm Easy holding on till the whistle blow-ow-ows D A But the hardest part of a cowboys life A Bm Is learning to let go | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm There’s an old cowboy on the road tonight G He’s battered bruised and beat D His hearts growing weary A And there’s a slowing in his feet Bm He’s held on tight to steering wheels G And miles and years slid by D A He knows he can’t take too much more A It’s hang it up or die Bm Well, he remembers them long years ago G Faster feet and brighter lights D The sweet memory of victory A Still haunts him late at night Bm And he needs to taste it one last time G Like an addict with a past D But the only light shines on him now A Is telling him he’s out of gas Bm And his bed it sleeps so cold at night G Cause he’s lost more than his youth D He’s held on so damn long A He can’t remember what he’s holding on too Bm His best days are behind him now G And the storm is up ahead D And we’ll only fall in love A Bm With what it will leave us in the end | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm G Now I guess we all gotta learn a lesson D They don’t teach in cowboy school G Cause sometimes growing old a cowboy D Means growing old a fool G D Bm It’s easy holding on till the whistle blow-ow-ows D A But the hardest part of a cowboy’s life D A Yeah, the hardest part of a cowboy’s life D A Yeah, the hardest part of a cowboy’s life Bm Is learning to let go Bm Bm Bm Bm Bm*