There are several intro tabs on here that are pretty accurate, here are the chords for all the strummers out there. Intro (Spoken Word) When he was five years old his mom Took him down to the round corral To watch his dad work the young horse They called Smokey Man, did that horse buck but his old dad, he just sat up there And rode him like there's was nothin' to it And right then the boy gained a whole new respect for the man And from that day on he knew that When he grew up he wanted to be a cowboy D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) GAt (320003@1)seventeen a cowboys' dreams ain't on fixin' fences D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) GOnce (320003@1)he's seen 'em ride in old Cheyenne D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) GRanch (320003@1)routine and his old man's schemes this ain't where his heart is D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) GBut (320003@1)you know his daddy understands When noonday comes father and son Sit down and eat their dinner beneath that big Wyoming sky His daddy knows he's gotta let him go The boy can't be a winner if he don't spread his wings and fly Bm (x24432@1) A (x02220@1) G (320003@1) And in his mind he's riding bulls down in Las Vegas Bm (x24432@1) A (x02220@1) GSoon (320003@1)he'll be on a trail that leads to Santa Fe D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) GThe (320003@1)sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) GAnd (320003@1)calls another cowboy on his way Well, the fencings done and the morning sun finds him packed and ready Momma kissed his cheek and then she went inside His old man, well, he shook his hand said, "Son you ride 'em pretty" Didn't see the tears that his momma cried And in his mind he's riding bulls down in Las Vegas Today he's on a trail that leads to Santa Fe The sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages And calls another cowboy on his way
