bronco bill’s lament
words & music by don mclean
G Em C D G
i coulda been most anything i put my mind to be ,
A C G D
but a cowboy’s life was the only life for me .
G Em C D G
it’s a strong man’s occupation ridin’ herd and livin’ free ,
Em A
but strong men often fail
Em A
where shrewd men can prevail ,
D Am D
i’m an old man now with nothin’ left to say ,
C Am D G
but oh god how i worked my youth away .
Em C D G
well you may not recognize my face , i used to be a star ,
A C G D
a cowboy hero known both near and far .
G Em C G
i perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar ,
Em A Em A
but the studio of course , owned my saddle and my horse ,
C Am D
but that six – gun on the wall belongs to me ,
C Am D G
oh god i can’t live a memory .
you know i’d like to put my finger on that trigger once again ,
and point that gun at all the prideful men .
all the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen ,
and put you where they choose ,
with the language that they use ,
and enslave you till you work your youth away ,
C Am C Am G
oh god how i worked my youth away .
G Em G D
whoopee ty yi oh whoopee ty yi ay ,
G Em A D
one man’s work is another man’s play
C Am D Am G
oh god how i worked my youth away .
you see i always liked the notion of a cowboy fighting crime ,
this photograph was taken in my prime ,
i could beat those desperados but there’s no sense fightin’ time ,
but the singin’ was a ball
cause i’m not musical at all ,
i moved my lips to someone else’s voice .
repeat verse 1
bronco bill’s lament
words & music by don mclean
G Em C D G
i coulda been most anything i put my mind to be ,
A C G D
but a cowboy’s life was the only life for me .
G Em C D G
it’s a strong man’s occupation ridin’ herd and livin’ free ,
Em A
but strong men often fail
Em A
where shrewd men can prevail ,
D Am D
i’m an old man now with nothin’ left to say ,
C Am D G
but oh god how i worked my youth away .
Em C D G
well you may not recognize my face , i used to be a star ,
A C G D
a cowboy hero known both near and far .
G Em C G
i perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar ,
Em A Em A
but the studio of course , owned my saddle and my horse ,
C Am D
but that six – gun on the wall belongs to me ,
C Am D G
oh god i can’t live a memory .
you know i’d like to put my finger on that trigger once again ,
and point that gun at all the prideful men .
all the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen ,
and put you where they choose ,
with the language that they use ,
and enslave you till you work your youth away ,
C Am C Am G
oh god how i worked my youth away .
G Em G D
whoopee ty yi oh whoopee ty yi ay ,
G Em A D
one man’s work is another man’s play
C Am D Am G
oh god how i worked my youth away .
you see i always liked the notion of a cowboy fighting crime ,
this photograph was taken in my prime ,
i could beat those desperados but there’s no sense fightin’ time ,
but the singin’ was a ball
cause i’m not musical at all ,
i moved my lips to someone else’s voice .
repeat verse 1
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