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[Verse]
            G
It was the 23rd of May, and I heard the Sergeant say
           C                                        G
Fuck it, round up the usual suspects and call it a day
              D                                C
We've got no time to mess around and I'm not dying in this shithole town
                G
For a soldiers pay

        G
It was too good to be true but my discharge came through
       C                                   G
I was on the first bird out that I could find
          D           C
Rode that C-17 into Stuttgart
                      G
Fall round-up on my mind

          G
When my brothers picked me up, we got way deep in our cups
          C                   G
We musta tore old Rapid City down
    D                               C
My big brother Jack said boy it's good to see you back
                   G
What you gonna do now? What you gonna do now...


[Chorus]
           D                                       G
Cuz there ain't much between the Pole and South Dakota
     D                          G
And barbed wire won't stop the wind.
 Am                                   C
Won't get nothing here but broke and older,
          D                        G
If I was you, I might re-up again


[Verse]
         G
Well we had good rain this year and Dad fit in some Charolais steers
            C                                    G
He got 'em way cheap outta Texas 'cause of the drouth.
    D                                     C
We put 'em out on oats, they hadn't yet grown their winter coats
          G
Way down south.

            G
And it was barely even fall, but that blizzard got 'em all.
            C                                       G
Left 'em sprawled out across the pasture stiff as boards
             D                                 C
You take a sharp knife in your hand, skin 'em out while you still can
                G
And curse the lord, curse the lord.


[Chorus]
           D                                       G
Cuz there ain't much between the Pole and South Dakota
     D                          G
And barbed wire won't stop the wind.
  Am                                   C
I won't get nothing here but broke and older,
  D                   G
Might as well re-up again


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[Verse]
           G
These old hides are not worth much so we'll pitch 'em off the truck
     C                                      G
And pile 'em up by the horse trough in the lot
          D                                C
Cuz they sell by the pound and weigh like lead when you wet 'em down
                    G
And they're all we got

             G
Hell with a gas lease or two, we might've just made do
             C                                 G
But there's nothing under this ground worth a damn
          D                                 C
Now the sheriff's on his way, and it's for damn sure not our day
               G
It's just our time.


[Chorus]
           D                                       G
Cuz there ain't much between the Pole and South Dakota
     D                          G
And barbed wire won't stop the wind.
  Am                                   C
I won't get nothing here but broke and older,
  D                   G
Might as well re-up again
  D                   G
Might as well re-up, again.