Man With The Big Hat

C In a bar in Arizona Em on a sultry summer's day Dm a cowboy came in off the road G just to pass the time away C He pulled a stool up to the bar Em pushed his hat back on his head Dm I listen to the stories told G the words the cowboy said He said C Bm I can tell you stories bout the indians on the plains F D talk of Wells Fargo and the comming of the trains C Bm talk about the slaughter of the buffalo that roamed F D G speak of all the settlers come out looking for a home C F C Now the man in the big hat is buying C F G Drink up while the drinking is free F Bm G C Drink up to the cowboys a dead or a dying G Dm C Drink to my compadres and me G Dm C Drink to my compadres and me C Well his shirt was brown and faded Em and his hat was wide and black Dm and his pants which once were blue were grey G and had a pocket gone in back C Em He had a finger missin from the hand he rolled his smoke Dm He laughed and talked of cowboy life G but you knew it weren't no joke He said C Bm I've seen the days so hot my pony could not stand F D and If you water bag was dry, don't count upon the land C Bm and winters , I've seen winters where you boots froze in the snow F D G And your only thought was leaving but you had no place to go C F C Now the man in the big hat is buying C F G Drink up while the drinking is free F Bm G C Drink up to the cowboys a dead or a dying G Dm C Drink to my compadres and me G Dm C Drink to my compadres and me C Em He rested eazy at the bar his foot upon the rail Dm G And laughed and talked of times he had while living on the trail C Em The silence never broken as the words poured from his lips Dm G As quiet as the 45 he carried on his hips He said C Bm I rode the cattle drive from here to San Antone F D Ten days in the saddle you know and weary to the bone C Bm I rode from here to Wichita without a womans smile F D G And the campfire where I cooked my beans was the only light for miles C F C Now the man in the big hat is buying C F G Drink up while the drinking is free F Bm G C Drink up to the cowboys a dead or a dying G Dm C Drink to my compadres and me G Dm C Drink to my compadres and me C Em He rolled another cigarette as he headed toward the door Dm G I could hear his spurs a jingling as his boot heels hit the floor C Em He loosened up his belt a knotch pulled his hat back on his head Dm G And as he turned to say goodbye to me this is what he said C Bm Now the high-lines chase the highways and the fenses close the range F D To see a working cowboy that's a sight thats mighty strange C Bm A cowboys life is lonely and his lot is not the best F D G But if it hadn't been for men like me there wouldn't be no west C F C Now the man in the big hat is buying C F G Drink up while the drinking is free F Bm G C Drink up to the cowboys a dead or a dying G Dm C Drink to my compadres and me G Dm C Drink to my compadres and me