F                    Bb 
There's a great American hero, we all look up to 
         C7 
When the times are hard and the chips are down, 
                      F 
He knows just what to do 
       F                                   Bb 
Now a cowboy's got a set of rules that he lives by day to day 
       C7                                        F 
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say 
 

                                     Bb 
If it's a fence, mend it.  If it's a dollar bill, spend it 
  C7                                F     C7 
Before if burns a hole down in them jeans 
           F                         Bb 
It it's a load, truck it.  If it's a punch, duck it. 
            C7                     F 
If she's a lady, treat her like a queen 
              Bb                     F 
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it 
            C7                                     F 
It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings 
              Bb                    F 
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it 
           C7                               F    F F# G 
He's got a simple solution to just about anything 
           G            C 
If it's a job, do it.  Put your back in to it. 
          D7                                         G   D7 
'Cause a little bit of dirt's gonna wash off in the rain 
 

          G                       C 
If it's a horse, ride it.  If it hurts, hide it. 
 D7                                 G 
Dust yourself off and get back on again. 
               C                     G 
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it 
            D7                                     G 
It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings 
               C                     G 
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it 
            D7                               G 
He's got a simple solution to just about anything 
                                         C 
An old cowboy and a young buckaroo were workin', ridin' fence 
    D7                                                     G 
The old hand was testin' the kid - on his skill and common sense 
         G 
He said "Son, if you seen three men in a pickup truck, 
         C  
dressed alike from boot to hat, 
           D7 
could you tell which one was the real cowboy, 
                    G 
just from where he sat?" 
 
The kid scratched his head awhile and then he said 
                    C 
"Well, there ain't no way to know". 
     D7 
The old hand grinned and then he said 
                                 G 
"Kid, you've still got a ways to go. 
 
The real cowboy's the one in the middle. 
        C 
He ain't there just by fate. 
        D7 
'Cause first he don't have to drive, and then 
                               G 
he don't have to mess with the gate" 
               C                     G 
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it 
            D7                                      G 
It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings 
               C                     G 
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it 
            D7                               G 
He's got a simple solution to just about anything 
            D7                               G 
He's got a simple solution to just about anything