Intro: 
C - G - Am (x2)


         C                     G                    Am
Well the codeine sure makes it hard to round up the cattle.
        C               G                  Am
And the light sure does hurt your tortured eyes.
         F                                 Am
You keep falling in and out of your broken saddle.

            C                    G                Am
And there's so many knots you've forgotten how to tie.
        C            G             Am
And the winds willow softly like a funeral home.
        C            G             Am
And the dew sparkles like a baby's tear.
         F                                 Am
And your hands are softer than you've ever known.
            C                G             Am - Am
And there's nothing left for you to see or hear.

         F                                     Am
And that bloody barbed wire, they've put it up everywhere.
          F                                  Am
And those summer storms they sure do make it shine.
        C                    G              Am
And the dust has changed the colour of your hair.
        C                    G                 Am - Am
And the wind has changed the lines around your eyes.

        F                           Am
And you just can't drink whiskey anymore.
            F                                   Am
And there's nothing that will kill your endless heartburn.

         C               G                Am
And that pickup truck is starting so much harder.
    C                  G                 Am - Am - Am
And lately you've been taking some wrong turns.
        C                      G         Am
And the survey stakes, they're on the horizon.
    C                  G            Am
And they ain't staking out wells or mines.

        F                                       Am
And the sight of those machines could start you crying.
        C               G         Am
And the sounds keep you up in the night.
 (Repeat last line and fade...)