E                                    
He ain?t got much gas left in his pickup truck 
         A                  
He?s been sleeping in the back 
                E    
For the past three towns 
 
He?s been buming drinks at the last three bars 
      A                             E   
And he swears that he?ll catch the next go round 
            B                      E   
Better hang on cowboy, and don?t hit the ground 
 

                A                       
?Cause no one will save you when you?re down 
          E          
Except the rodeo clowns 
                              B  
And your mama but she ain?t nowhere around 
         A                  
You might look for a fallen angel 
          E                    
But she's nowhere to be found 
             B                     E     
Till you hang on cowboy and don?t hit the ground 
 
 
 
He ain?t got no choice, he better make that ride 
Or it?s pack it up and head it on back home 
So he digs down deep, and nods his head 
He?ll be damned if he spends another night alone 
Better hang on cowboy, don?t get thrown 
 
  
(Repeat Chorus)