Bull Ridin Fool

G D C G D C G D Well he’s lost in a dream and shootin’ number nine C G As he tips his glass back one more time and he D C Thinks back on the days that were gone too soon G D And this ain’t the short round to Houston no C It ain’t Cheyenne Fort Worth or San Antone G D C It’s just another Saturday night in the heartbreak saloon G D Well you know he’s a cowboy to hear him talk C Yeah he learned to ride before he could walk G D C And like his daddy before he’s a hell of a hand G D With the fire in his eyes and ice in his veins C Like Billy The Kid just a little insane G D C He’d ride like hell till his head touched the sand G D You know he used to be a bull ridin’ fool Em C But now he just rides an old barstool G D C And he holds on tight to a bottle of crown G D Yeah he nods his head for another round Em C Gets burned out by and old country sound G D C Now he’s hung up on them wild days again G D G Yeah you know he used to be a bull ridin’ fool G D C G D C G D Well he was lightning fast and double quick C The harder they’d buck the better he’d stick G D C And the crash of the gates is still his favorite sound G D But one got him down and now he walks with a hitch C If he could go back he’d spur the son of a bitch G D C Step off and tip his hat to the crowd G D Cause he used to be a bull ridin’ fool Em C But now he just rides an old barstool G D C And he holds on tight to a bottle of crown G D Yeah he nods his head for another round Em C Gets burned out by an old country sound G D C Now he’s hung up on them wild days again G D Cause he used to be a bull ridin’ fool Em C But now he just rides an old barstool G D C Takes a suicide round to a bottle of crown G D Yeah he nods his head for another round Em C Gets burned out by an old cowboy sound G D C Now he’s hung up on them wild days again G D G Yeah you know he used to be a bull ridin’ fool G D C G D C