F# B When a cowboy says women he means two different kinds F# B F# There's the real kind and then there's the kind in his mind, and D B E The real kind is a mystery that he can't understand B E B Ebm But the mind kind he knows like the palm of his hand B E B F# B Oh the mind kind he knows like the palm of his hand E So up get along doggy Bm B Little doggy get along Eb B The nights are the prairie are lonely and long F# B And he'll camp down in the canyon E the moon lights the land E F# B And he'll meet that old lady that he understands F# B Oh he'll meet that old lady that he understands E B So Buck get your fiddle and play me that song Db F# Db About the two kinds of women and the nights that are long, and B E B Camp down in the canyon, ladies so fine Eb B And the one about how cowboys jack off all the time E F# B Oh the one about how cowboys jack off all the time E And it's up get along doggy B Little doggy get along Eb B The nights on the prairie are lonely and long F# B And old Buck loves to play E 'Cause buck knows it's true E F# B You know deep in his heart he's the damn cowboy too F# B I guess deep in our hearts we're all damn cowboys too So up get along doggy Little doggy get along The nights are the prairie are lonely and long And we'll camp down in the canyon The moon lights the land And meet there the ladies that we understand Oh we'll meet there the ladies that we understand
