WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Eli Moore Band - A Cowboys Last Song Chords | Ver. 1
[Verse]
Am
Well they say where I am going
Am C/B C Am
There's a mansion where God hath rid the night
Am
But I lie beneath a sky of stars in a
Am C/B C Am
farmhouse with my hot as the devil wife
Am
They say the streets are gold with gemstones
Am C/B C Am
But I'm a rhinestone, dirt road kind of man
Am
It's a city built for glory
Am C/B C Am
But Lord give me that open prairie land
[Pre-Chorus]
N.C.
Cause if heaven ain't like Texas
N.C.
I'll make it so, Amen
[Chorus]
F
When I ride on high
C G
They'll see a man like they have never seen
Am G
Flying off my Palomino roping
F
on them golden streets
F Am
And I'll have heaven lookin like Texas before you're back with me
[Verse]
Am
The day my boots step through them gates
Am C/B C Am
A tumbleweed will roll across the road
Am
Saint Peter willa traded for some wranglers
Am C/B C Am
To keep the dust from ruining his robes
Am
The Lord Almighty on His stallion
Am C/B C Am
Will be leading my trusty Silvertone
Am
And we'll ride along the caprock
Am C/B C Am
Toward a sunrise He made in Amarillo
[Pre-Chorus]
N.C.
Hell, if heaven ain't like Texas
N.C.
We'll damn well make it so
[Chorus]
F
When I ride on high
C G
They'll see a man like they have never seen
Am G
Flying off my Palomino roping
F
on them golden streets
F Am
And I'll have heaven lookin like Texas before you're back with me
[Instrumental]
F F G Am
F F G Am
[Chorus]
F
When I ride on high
C G
They'll see a man like they have never seen
Am G
Flying off my Palomino roping
F
on them golden streets
F Am
And I'll have heaven lookin like Texas before you're back with me
[Bridge]
F
And I'm moving on, moving on, moving on,
G Am G
moving on but I'm riding
F
So move along, move along, move along
G Am G
My baby, oh baby I pray
F G Am G
Ya gotta move along, move along, move along, oh baby, baby keep trying
F
Cause I'm moving on, moving on, moving on
G Am G
Oh baby, it'll be ok
[Chorus]
F
When I ride on high
C G
They'll see a man like they have never seen
Am G
Flying off my Palomino roping
F
on them golden streets
F Am
And I'll have heaven lookin like Texas before you're back with me