Strum E Spoken: It's impossible, when dust settlin to the backs of large animals make a racket you can't think. Impossible to conceive that pure fear whether measured in degrees of cold or heat can both freeze and incinerate so much''.in mere seconds. E A E WELL THE CHUTE GATE WINGS OPEN, HERE WE GO AGAIN E A E THE DESPARATE DANCE, THE KICK AND THE SPIN E C#m G#m DUST RISIN FROM A CROSS BRED BULL, FIRE MEETS WITH PRIDE G#m A E A MAN'S COME A LONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE HIS WIFE'S IN THE GRANDSTANDS, TRYIN TO SWALLOW THE FEAR A LITTLE BABY INSIDE HER, WHO'S TIME'S DRAWING NEAR THE BULLS FLYING HIGH NOW, THEN HE FALLS TO HIS SIDE THEIR LOVE CAME A LONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE E C#m G#m TWO HEARTS IN THE DARKNESS, SING A BLUE LULLABY G#m A E BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY, FOR A COWBOY'S LAST RIDE AND WHEN THE DUST HAD ALL SETTLED AND THE CROWD DISAPPEARED THE SIRENS STILL ECHO, IN AN UNBORN CHILDS EAR LITTLE BOYS DUE IN APRIL, HE HAS HIS DADDY'S BLUE EYES HE'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER, HIS FATHER'S LAST RIDE E C#m G#m THEY PREACHED AT THE SERVICE, FROM JOHN 25 G#m A E HOW CHRIST CAME ALONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE E G#m A E BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY, FOR A COWBOY'S LAST RIDE E A E WELL THE CHUTE GATE SWINGS OPEN, HERE WE GO AGAIN