Ridin Ukulele tab

	  
Verse 
D 
Some folks like the city 
            Em 
Grass thats curried smooth and green 
         A7 
Theaters and stranglin collars 
                  D 
Wagons run by gas olene 
But for me its hawse and saddle 
         Em 
Everyday without a change 
        A7 
And the dessert sun a blazin 
                      D 
On a hundred miles of range 

       G         A7 
Just a ridin, a ridin 
        D             Em 
Dessert riplin in the sun................. 
          G              Em 
Mountains blue along the skyline 
        A7                    D 
I don't envey anyone when I'm riden 

When my feet is in my stirrups 
       Em 
And my hawse is on the bust 
         A7 
With his hooves a flashin lightnin 
                     D 
In a cloud of golden dust 
And the bawl-in of the cattle 
     Em 
Is a com-in down the wind 
       A7 
Then a finer life than riden 
                        D 
Would be mighty hard to find 

       G        A7 
Just a ridin, a ridin 
        D                    Em 
Spittin long cracks thru the air............. 
        G         Em 
Stirrin up a baby cyclone 
       A7                           D 
Rippin up the prickly pear when I'm ridin 

I don't need no art exhibits 
         Em 
When the sunset does her best 
         A7 
Painting ever-lasting glory 
                         D 
On the moun-tains to the west 
And your opry sounds so foolish 
         Em 
When the night-bird starts his tune 
        A7 
And the desserts silver mounted 
                      D 
By the touches of the moon 

       G        A7 
Just a ridin, a ridin 
    D                  Em 
Who can envy kings and czars.............. 
     G                Em 
When the coyotes down the valley 
      A7                           D 
Are a singin to the stars when i'm ridin 

When my last long trail is ended 
       Em 
And my final bacons curled 
        A7 
And the last great roundups finished 
                         D 
At the home ranch of the world 
I don't want no harps nor halos 
          Em 
Robes nor other dressed up things 
         A7 
Just let me ride the starry ranges 
                        D 
On a spotted horse with wings 

       G        A7 
Just a ridin, a ridin 
       D                Em 
Nothin I'd like half so well.............. 
     G              Em 
As a roundin up the sinners 
          A7                         D 
That have wondered out of hell and a ridin, 
Just a ridin