The Cowboys Soliloquy

Em B Em D Bm Em D Bm Em Bm Em Em B Em All day long on the prairies I ride, D Bm Not even a dog to trot by my side; Em D Bm My fire I kindle with chips gathered round, Em Bm Em My coffee I boil without being ground. D G I wash in a pool and dry on a sack, D G I carry my wardrobe all on my back Am C G For want of an oven I cook bread in a pot, Em Bm Em And sleep on the ground for want of a cot. D G My ceiling is the sky, my floor is the grass, D G My music is the lowing of the herds as they pass; C G My books are the brooks, my sermons the stones, Em Bm Em My parson is a wolf on his pulpit of bones. D G And then if my cooking is not so complete D G You can't blame me for wanting to eat. C G But show me a man that sleeps more profound Em Bm Em Than the big puncher-boy who stretches out on the ground. D G Between love and me lies a gulf very wide. D G Some lucky fellow may call her his bride. C G My friends gently hint I am coming to grief, Em Bm Em But men must make money and women have beef. Em Bm Em My books teach me ever consistence to prize, Em D Bm My sermons, that small things I should not despise; Em D Bm My parson remarks from his pulpit of bones Em Bm Em That fortune favors those who look out for their own. D G But Cupid is always a friend to the bold, D G And the best of his arrows are pointed with gold. C G Society bans me so savage and dodge Em Bm Em That the Masons would ball me out of their lodge.