D G D G The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage D A that they wrapped around the stitches in my side D G D G These old country doctors have come to expect it Em A from the cowboys that come here once a year to ride D G D G Now starin' at the ceiling I'm trying to get my senses D A but I can't recall too much of yesterday D G D G except for some cussin' at that bull we call chism D A D as they turned us out of chute number 3 G A Chism Chism you're a big bad son of a gun Bm Your hide is tough and it's been scarred Em A Where spurs have dug in deep but never hung D G D G Chism you're the only reason that I keep on riding D A D And I'll ride you before my ridin's done D G D G Someone's brought in the paper and I'm starin' unbelievin' D A At the story that's laid out before my eyes D G D G It talks about you chism how they brought you up from Texas Em A And the cowboy that made a valiant 7 second ride D G D G It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together D A And it talks about your horn in my side D G D G But it's goin' on to say how they had to put you away D A D But it don't tell about these tears in my eyes G A Chism Chism I love you you son of a gun Bm Your hide was tough and it was scarred Em A Where my spurs had dug in deep but never hung D G D G Chism I tell you my ridin' days are done D A D cause after you theres nothing left to ride REPEAT CHORUS 1
