Biografía:
Dave Stamey has been a cowboy, a mule packer, a dude wrangler, and is now one of the most popular Western entertainers working today. He has been voted seven times Entertainer of the Year, seven times Male Performer of the Year and Five times Songwriter of the Year by the Western Music Association, and received the Will Rogers Award from the Academy of Western Artists. He’s delighted audiences in twenty three states, and finds that he prefers this to being stomped by angry horses.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Capo 1
Am G F E
Sleep in a bed role of canvas
Am G E
As no-see-ums feed on your ears
Am G F E
Wind blows the dust just like buckshot
F G E
And I ain't never seen it rain much out here
Am G F E
Smell your own sweat in the evenin'
F G E
I wash up at the galvanized tank
F G C Am
Nearest town forty miles, the cook here he don't smile
F E Am
And all these young horses are rank
Dm G C Am
But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo
F G E
I hope to tie one on when I can
Dm G C Am
My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am
But I'm a sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
Am G F E
Cold fingers stiff in the mornin'
Am G E
By noon it's a hundred and three
Am G F E
Five year old slicks in the canyon
F G E
And never a hint of a breeze
Am G F E
Jug-headed hollow-back ponies
F G E
Provide all with hours of grief
F G C Am
There's snakes in the shade, choya on the grade
F E Am
And a half a ton of grit between my teeth
Chorus X 3
Am G F E
Sleep in a bed role of canvas
Am G E
As no-see-ums feed on your ears
Am G F E
Wind blows the dust just like buckshot
F G E
And I ain't never seen it rain much out here
Am G F E
Smell your own sweat in the evenin'
F G E
I wash up at the galvanized tank
F G C Am
Nearest town forty miles, the cook here he don't smile
F E Am
And all these young horses are rank
Dm G C Am
But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo
F G E
I hope to tie one on when I can
Dm G C Am
My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much
F E Am
But I'm a sure enough, a Buckaroo Man
Am G F E
Cold fingers stiff in the mornin'
Am G E
By noon it's a hundred and three
Am G F E
Five year old slicks in the canyon
F G E
And never a hint of a breeze
Am G F E
Jug-headed hollow-back ponies
F G E
Provide all with hours of grief
F G C Am
There's snakes in the shade, choya on the grade
F E Am
And a half a ton of grit between my teeth
Chorus X 3
Dave Warner
Daveit Ferris
Davenport Cabine (...)
Davey Arthur
Davey Langit
David and Shekin (...)
David Archibald
David Arthur Bro (...)
David Ascanio
David Baerwald