C F C His Stetson was faded and battered and wornF C The stubble of his beard showed flecks of grayF C Am His limp was severe ?cause a leg had been tornD G By a bronc, in his rodeo daysC F C He hung round the chutes while we waited to mountF C With a vague look of longing in his eyesF C Am He spoke very few words but he made ''em countC G C He was broken, for- -gotten but wise [Chorus]Am C Am He said life''s is just like ridin'' broncs its a battleF G Then he rolled a cigarette with shaky handsF C Am See son I''d gladly take ten seconds in the saddleF G C For a lifetime of watching from the stands Instrumental: Same as at the startC F C I noticed the cigarette burns on his vestF C And the remnants of a dream left in his eyesF C Am The boys said that he could have well been the bestD G Had not fate, cheated him, of his prizeC F C Ah but I learned a lesson, that I''d never knownF C From this guy who'd been busted so badF C Am It''s better to ride even if you get throwedC G C Than to wind up, just wishing you had ChorusAm C Am He said life''s is just like ridin'' broncs its a battleF G Then he rolled a cigarette with shaky handsF C Am See son I''d gladly take ten seconds in the saddleF G C For a lifetime of watching from the stands
Ten Seconds In The Saddle
Chris LeDoux
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