Chris Ledoux - Chism Chords

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
    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