[D] - [G] - [D] x2
[D] Jesse went away last summer, a [G] couple of months [D] ago
After all our time together, it was [G] hard to see her [D] go
She called me right up when she arrived, asked me [G] one more time
To [D] come
Livin^? on an L.A. freeway, ain^?t my [G] kind of havin^? [D] fun
[G] I think I^?d rather be a [D] cowboy
[G] I think I^?d rather ride the [D] range
[G] I think I^?d rather be a [D] cowboy
Than to [A] lay me down in [Asus] love and lady^?s [D] chains
[D] - [G] - [D] x2
[D] When we were just beginning, it was [G] such and easy [D] way
Layin^? back up in the mountains, singin^? [G] songs for sunny [D]
Days
But she got tired of pickin^? daisies and [G] cookin^? my meals for [D]
Me
She can live the life she wants to, yes, and [G] it^?s all right with
[D] me
[G] I think I^?d rather be a [D] cowboy
[G] I think I^?d rather ride the [D] range
[G] I think I^?d rather be a [D] cowboy
Than to [A] lay me down in [Asus] love and lady^?s [D] chains
[A] I^?d rather [Asus] live on the [G] side of a [D] mountain
Than [A] wander through [Asus] canyons of [G] concrete and [D] steel
[A] I^?d rather [Asus] laugh with the [G] rain and sun [D] shine
And [C] lay down my [G] sundown in [E7] some starry [A] field [Asus]
[A] [Asus]
[D] Oh, but I miss her in the mornin^?, [G] when I awake [D] alone
And the absence of her laughter is a [G] cold and empty [D] sound
But her memory always makes me smile [G] and I want you to [D] know
I love her, yes I love her [G] just enough to let her [D] go
[G] I think I^?d rather be a [D] cowboy
[G] I think I^?d rather ride the [D] range
[G] I think I^?d rather be a [D] cowboy
Than to [A] lay me down in [Asus] love and lady^?s [D] chains
[G] I think I^?d rather be a [D] cowboy
[G] I think I^?d rather ride the [D] range
[G] I think I^?d rather be a [D] cowboy
Than to [A] lay me down in [Asus] love and lady^?s [D] chains
I hope you have fun with that one.
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