Joe Ely - Indian Cowboy guitar chord

Indian Cowboy (Joe Ely)

If you (C)ever go (G7)out to the c(C)ircus

Where the Wallendas walk on the w(G)ire

I'll (C)tell you a tale to rem(F)ember

When the wh(C)ite horses le(G7)ap rings of f(C)ire

It was a (C) cold n(G7)ight in Okla(C)homa

The show was about to be(G)gin

The an(C)imals they were all r(F)estless

When the (C)star-pony b(G7)roke from her (C)pen

Now s(C)he was a m(G7)are of high sp(C)irit

Like a whore on a Saturday n(G)ight

Just k(C)ickin' and fuckin' past the men who were br(F)ushin'

The e(C)lephants l(G7)ying on their s(C)ides

Well cl(C)ose to the t(G7)ent sat some la(C)nterns

Dangerously next to the h(G)ay

That m(C)are headed straight for those la(F)nterns

That some f(C)ool had put (G7)there by m(C)istake

Well (C)up steps some (G7)Indian C(C)owboy

His lasso went whirlin' through the a(G)ir

In the f(C)ull dead-middle of da(F)nger

He r(C)oped that (G7)runaway m(C)are

The elep(C)hants raised (G7)up their tr(C)umpets

Two of them broke from their ch(G)ains

And stam(C)peded that Indian Co(F)wboy

Who had s(C)aved the b(G7)ig-top from fl(C)ames

So if (C)you ever go (G7)out to the c(C)ircus

Where the Wallendas walk on the w(G)ire

Reme(C)mber that Indian C(F)owboy

When the wh(C)ite horses l(G7)eap rings of f(C)ire

(G7)O--h, rings of f(C)ire