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Papa Was A Rodeo

Sara Lov
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D-DU-UDU
 
 I like your twisted  point  of view, Mike.
 I like your questioning  eyebrows,
 You've made it pretty  clear what  you like,
 It's only fair  to tell you  now.
 That I leave early  in the morning,
 And I won't be back till next  year.
 I see that kiss-me  pucker forming,
  But maybe  you should plug it with a beer,  cause,
Papa  was a rodeo  - Mama  was a rock'n'roll  band,
 I could play  guitar and rope  a steer before  I learned to stand.
 Home  was anywhere with diesel  gas - Love  was a trucker's hand.
Never  stuck around long  enough for a one  night stand.
 Before you kiss me you should know,
 Papa was  a rodeo.
 The light reflecting  off the  mirror ball,
 Looks like a thousand  swirling  eyes.
 They make me think  I shouldn't be  here at all,
  You know,  every minute  someone dies.
 What are we doing  in this dive  bar,
 How can you live in a place  like this?
 Why don't you  just get into my  car,
  And I'll  take you away I'll take that  kiss now,  but,
Papa  was a rodeo  - Mama  was a rock'n'roll  band,
 I could play  guitar and rope  a steer before  I learned to stand.
 Home  was anywhere with diesel  gas - Love  was a trucker's hand.
Never  stuck around long  enough for a one  night stand.
 Before you kiss me you should know,
 Papa was  a rodeo.
 And now it's 55  years later.
 We've had the romance of the century,
 After all these  years wrestling gators,
  I still  feel like crying when I think  of what you said  to me.
Papa  was a rodeo  - Mama  was a rock'n'roll  band,
 I could play  guitar and rope  a steer before  I learned to stand.
 Home  was anywhere with diesel  gas - Love  was a trucker's hand.
Never  stuck around long  enough for a one  night stand.
 Before you kiss me you should know,
 Papa was  a rodeo.
 What a coincidence,  your  Papa was  a rodeo  too.

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Readable chord sheet for Papa Was A Rodeo by Sara Lov

[G]  [D]  [C]  [Dsus4]
        [C]  [Em7]  [Am]  [Dsus4] [D]

[G]  I like your [D]twisted point[C] of view, [Dsus4]Mike.
[C]  I like your [Em7]questioning e[Am]yebrows,  [Dsus4]         [D]
[G]  You've made it [D]pretty clear wh[C]at you li[Dsus4]ke,
[C]  It's only [Em7]fair to tell you[Am] now.    [Dsus4]           [D]

[Em]  That I leave e[D]arly in the mo[C]rning,  [G]
[Am]  And I won't be back till ne[D]xt year. [Dsus4]        [D]
[Em]  I see that k[D]iss-me pucker fo[C]rming,  [G]
  But [Am]maybe you should plug it with a b[D]eer, c[Dsus4]ause,  [D]

[G]Papa was a [D]rodeo - M[C]ama was a rock'n'roll[G] band,
I could [G]play guitar and [D]rope a steer b[C]efore I learned to st[D]and.
H[G]ome was anywhere with [D]diesel gas - L[C]ove was a trucker's h[G]and.
[G]Never stuck around [D]long enough for a [C]one night s[Em7]tand.[Am]
Before you kiss me you should k[G]now,
[C]  Papa [D]was a rode[G]o. [D]    [C]       [Dsus4]              [C]                 [Dsus4]                        [D]

[G]  The light re[D]flecting off t[C]he mirror ba[Dsus4]ll,
[C]  Looks like a [Em7]thousand swirli[Am]ng eyes.[Dsus4]      [D]
[G]  They make me th[D]ink I shouldn't [C]be here at a[Dsus4]ll,
  You [C]know, every [Em7]minute someone d[Am]ies.     [Dsus4]            [D]

[Em]  What are we do[D]ing in this di[C]ve bar, [G]
[Am]  How can you live in a place[D] like thi[Dsus4]s?     [D]
[Em]  Why don't yo[D]u just get into [C]my car, [G]
  And [Am]I'll take you away I'll take that[D] kiss [Dsus4]now, bu[D]t,

[G]Papa was a [D]rodeo - M[C]ama was a rock'n'roll[G] band,
I could [G]play guitar and [D]rope a steer b[C]efore I learned to st[D]and.
H[G]ome was anywhere with [D]diesel gas - L[C]ove was a trucker's h[G]and.
[G]Never stuck around [D]long enough for a [C]one night s[Em7]tand.[Am]
Before you kiss me you should k[G]now,
[C]  Papa [D]was a rode[G]o. [D]    [C]       [Dsus4]              [C]                 [Em7]                      [Am]                          [Dsus4]                                 [D]

[Em]  And now it's 5[D]5 years later.[C]        [G]
[Am]  We've had the romance of the [D]century,
[Em]  After all th[D]ese years wrestling [C]gators, [G]
  I [Am]still feel like crying when I [D]think of what you [Dsus4]said to [D]me.

[G]Papa was a [D]rodeo - M[C]ama was a rock'n'roll[G] band,
I could [G]play guitar and [D]rope a steer b[C]efore I learned to st[D]and.
H[G]ome was anywhere with [D]diesel gas - L[C]ove was a trucker's h[G]and.
[G]Never stuck around [D]long enough for a [C]one night s[Em7]tand.[Am]
Before you kiss me you should k[G]now,
[C]  Papa [D]was a rode[G]o. [D]
[C]  What a c[Dsus4]oincidence, your[C] Papa [D]was a rod[G]eo too.

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