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Date: Sat, 09 May 1998 11:08:07 PDT
From: "thinkmaster ." 
Subject: m/miller_steve/space_cowboy.tab

Authour:Miller Steve
Album:Best Of 1968-1973
Song:Space Cowboy
Tabbed by: thinkmaster (thinkmaster@hotmail.com)

Riff 1:

E-|------------------|
B-|------------------|
G-|------------------|
D-|----------------2-|
A-|----------0-0-4---|
E-|--0-0-3-4---------|

Riff 2:

E-|--------------|
B-|--------------|
G-|--------------|
D-|------------2-|
A-|------2-0-4---|
E-|--0-4---------|

Chord 1:

E-|------------|
B-|------------|
G-|------------|
D-|--0-0---0-0-|
A-|--2-2---2-2-|
E-|--0-0---0-0-|


Verse 1:

Riff 1
I told you 'bout living in the U.S. of A.
Riff 1
Don't you know that I'm a gangster of love
Riff 1
Let me tell you people that I found a new way
Riff 1
And I'm tired of all this talk about love
Riff 1
And the same old story with a new set of words
Riff 1
About the good and the bad and the poor
Riff 1
And the times keep on changin'
Riff 1
So I'm keepin' on top
Riff 1
Of every fat cat who walks through my door


CHORUS:

I'm a space cowboy

Bet you weren't ready for that

I'm a space cowboy

I'm sure you know where it's at
                          Riff 1     Riff 2     Chord 1
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Verse 2:

I was born on this rock
And I've been travelin' through space
Since the moment I first realized
What all you fast talkin' cats would do if you could
You know, I'm ready for the final surprise
There ain't no way around it
Ain't nothing to say
That's gonna satisfy my soul deep inside
All the prayers and surveyors
Keep the whole place uptight
While it keeps on gettin' darker outside


CHORUS

Verse 3:

I see the show downs, slow downs, lost and found, turn arounds
The boys in the military shirts
I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies
And I don't let my friends get hurt
All you back room schemers, small trip dreamers
Better find something new to say
Cause you're the same old story
It's the same old crime
And you got some heavy dues to pay


CHORUS