D G He was black as the sky on a moonless night D A He was good with horses he never reined em too tight D G He rode with the best hell he rode with me D A and they got it all wrong in that book of history Refr?o ------------- G D It wasn't cowboys and ponies it was horses and men A D It wasn't school boys and Ladies it was cowtowns and sin G D and there was blood on the leather and tears in her eyes A D we swore at the devil and went for a ride -------------------- We told some tales he told em best real life can always use a good stretch but that don't change the things we did cause the truest thing was the life that we lived Chorus More than one kind of pain more than one kind of theft and its bitter as the night sweet Jesus wept She stole my heart age stole the fire they stole my praire when they strung all that wire Chorus
