D G He was black as the sky on a moonless nightD A He was good with horses he never reined em too tightD G He rode with the best hell he rode with meD A and they got it all wrong in that book of history Refrão -------------G D It wasn't cowboys and ponies it was horses and menA D It wasn't school boys and Ladies it was cowtowns and sinG D and there was blood on the leather and tears in her eyesA D we swore at the devil and went for a ride--------------------We told some tales he told em best real life can always use a good stretch but that don't change the things we did cause the truest thing was the life that we lived Chorus More than one kind of pain more than one kind of theft and its bitter as the night sweet Jesus wept She stole my heart age stole the fire they stole my praire when they strung all that wire Chorus
Went For A Ride
Radney Foster
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