Trent Willmon - Ropin' Pen Chords

Ropin' Pen
Willmon/Kinney
A Little More Livin'


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Every Friday afternoon I hitch up the trailer
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Saddle up ol' Rock and ice down the cooler
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Drive that backroad until it ends at the ropin' pen
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There's rusted out pickups and fancy rigs
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20,000 dollar horses and then there's my old stick
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But we're all the same the minute we ride into the ropin' pen


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Well I ain't no Clay'O or Speed
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But I give her hell, hell you never can tell
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Someday I just might be
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We'll turn a few steers and tell a few lies
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Kick back in the saddle and philosophize
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Most of life's problems, we can probably solve 'em at the ropin pen


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We don't do it for the money, hell we're always broke
Just ask my old buddy nathan what he'd pay to rope
He lost a couple wives, half the fingers on his hands, to the ropin' pen
And it takes a little skill and a little luck
And you can talk smack if you can back it up
Ah but we're all friends no matter who wins here at the ropin' pen


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Well I ain't no Clay'O or Speed
But I give her hell, hell you never can tell
Someday I just might be
We'll turn another pen of steers and tell a few more lies
Drink another beer and hypothesize
Most of life's problems, hell we're gonna solve 'em, at the ropin' pen

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See ya'll again, next weekend, here at the ropin pen


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