D5 G5 D5 G5 The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage D5 A5 that they wrapped around the stitches in my side D5 G5 D5 G5 These old country doctors have come to expect it E5 A5 from the cowboys that come here once a year to ride D5 G5 D5 G5 Now starin' at the ceiling I'm trying to get my senses D5 A5 but I can't recall too much of yesterday D5 G5 D5 G5 except for some cussin' at that bull we call chism D5 A5 D5 as they turned us out of chute number 3 G5 A5 Chism Chism you're a big bad son of a gun B5 Your hide is tough and it's been scarred E5 A5 Where spurs have dug in deep but never hung D5 G5 D5 G5 Chism you're the only reason that I keep on riding D5 A5 D5 And I'll ride you before my ridin's done D5 G5 D5 G5 Someone's brought in the paper and I'm starin' unbelievin' D5 A5 At the story that's laid out before my eyes D5 G5 D5 G5 It talks about you chism how they brought you up from Texas E5 A5 And the cowboy that made a valiant 7 second ride D5 G5 D5 G5 It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together D5 A5 And it talks about your horn in my side D5 G5 D5 G5 But it's goin' on to say how they had to put you away D5 A5 D5 But it don't tell about these tears in my eyes G5 A5 Chism Chism I love you you son of a gun B5 Your hide was tough and it was scarred E5 A5 Where my spurs had dug in deep but never hung D5 G5 D5 G5 Chism I tell you my ridin' days are done D5 A5 D5 cause after you theres nothing left to ride REPEAT CHORUS 1
