Don Edwards – The Old Cow Man chords

[Verse]
   DI rode across a valley range
   G                DI hadn't seen for years
      DThe trail was all so spoilt and strange
                        AIt nearly fetched the tears
   DI had to let ten fences down
      G               DThe fussy lanes ran wrong
     DAnd each new line would make me frown
     A                 G            DAnd hum this mournin' song

[Chorus]

G     G                           DMhm, hear 'em stretchin' of the wire
     DThe urban brand is on the land
                AI reckon I'll retire
         DWhile progress toots her greedy horn
    G                DAnd makes her motor buzz
    DI thanks the Lord I wasn't born
     A           G             DNo later than I was

[Verse]

        D'Twas good to live when all the sod
    G                 DWithout no fence or fuss
   DBelonged in partnership with God
                      AMother Nature and to us
         DWhere skyline bounds from east to west
     G              DAnd room to go and come
    DI loved my fellow man the best
     A                 G          DWhen he was scattered some

[Chorus]

G       G                          DMhm, closer and closer crawls the wire
          DThere's hardly place to step away
                  AAnd call a man a liar
        DTheir house has locks on every door
       G             DTheir land is in a crate
        DThese ain't the plains of God no more
          A         G            DThey're only real estate

[Verse]

      DWhen my old soul hunts range and rest
  G               DBeyond the last divide
       DJust plant me in some stretch of West
                 ASunny, lone and wide
      DLet cattle rub the tombstone round
      G                  DAnd coyotes mourn their kin
      DLet horses come and paw the moun'
      A                 G          DBut don't you fence it in

[Chorus]

G     G                           DMhm, far and farther flings the wire
     DTo crowd and pinch another inch
                          AIt's all their heart's desire
      DThe world is overstocked with men
      G                DAnd some will see the day
      DWhen each must keep his little pen
      A          GBut I'll be far away

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G    G   DMhm Mhm Mhm
 DMhm
 AMhm
        DWhile progress toots her greedy horn
      G              DAnd makes her motor buzz
    DI thanks the Lord I wasn't born
     A           GNo later than I was