The Winner Acordes

	  D                            A 
When he was a boy dreamed of bein? man 
         G                          D 
Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can 
                           Bm 
He?a lover, a fighter, a saddle bronc rider 
   D          A         D 
An all-around hell of a hand 
 
 
Chorus 
D                                       A 
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain 
        G                           D 
And his dreams are the bones in his soul 
                                      Bm 
And there?rivers of dance halls and wild, red eyeballs 
       D           A      D 
On the road to the big rodeo 
 
 
Well the chutes are all loaded, the riggins are set 
Lord, the cowboy?ready to ride 
Well it?pull down his hat and he spit out his chew 
There? be a hot time in the old town tonight 
 
The horse in chute eight, he?a kickin?he gate 
Lord, he?big and he?hard and he?crazy 
And the chute boss is a hollerin??me on boys, get on ?m. I?commencin?o think you? all lazy? 
Chorus 
 
Instrumental riff 
 
With his spurs in his shoulders, the horse comes unglued 
It?like ridin?ome kind of explosion 
And the bronc he starts spinnin?the cowboy?a grinnin?Doin?ine there in all the commotion 
 
The crowd?on its feet, the whistle she blows 
And the pick-up men rush to his side 
As they pull him away, he hears one of them say 
?oks to me like a winnin?ide? 
Chorus (with change) 
 
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain 
And his dreams are the bones in his soul 
And it?all comin?rue, right in front of his eyes 
?uz he?the feller who won the big rodeo