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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse]
E
Well it's sunday at the Round-up and I'm feelin' bad
I don't know how many shots of whiskey I've had
A
it all started Wednesday, oh early that morn'
E
and every two hours a new soldier was born
B A
we'd bless each soldier as the numbers did grow
E
with names like Jose Cuervo, Jim Bean, and Old Crow
E
Then it's off to the rodeo with tickets in hand
to hear the national anthem from our high school band
A
Up in the grandstands the crowd yes they cheer
E
and take turns roundin' up those buckets of beer
B A
we'd watch the excitement 'till the bull riding's done
E
then we hit the let 'er buck room to have us some fun
E
Well thursday mornin', we do 'er again
but we're always too late to see the rodeo begin
A
the cannon would fire, the flag it would fall
E
and we'd salute to our country and the trail bosses call
B A
and later that night, we'd hit the back room
E
drinkin' more whiskey than an army could consume
[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
B A E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues
[Verse]
E
Friday mornin' is the westward ho
armed with donuts bloody marys to the parade we'd go
A
out on the sidewalk, old friends we did meet
E
and with any good fortune see the queen hit the street
B A
hootin' at the women and the mayor and such
E
and by 11am I drank way too much
E
By the time that saturday finally rolls around
my head tells my body that it'd better lay down
A
but my pride takes over cause I'm from Pendleton
E
and I'd head back downtown baby at a dead run
B A
bettin' on the events cause you know I can't lose
E
but tomorrow I'll be singin' those post Round-up blues
E
When the show's over, you get lookin' right
and you climb your tall horse because it's saturday night
A
and you head out on your hootin', drinkin' dancin' craze
E
and things are goin wild in that Happy Canyon maze
B A
and later that night, you finally collapse
E
but there's a 10am trap shoot at the hangover handicap
[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
B A E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues
E
Well it's sunday at the Round-up and I'm feelin' bad
I don't know how many shots of whiskey I've had
A
it all started Wednesday, oh early that morn'
E
and every two hours a new soldier was born
B A
we'd bless each soldier as the numbers did grow
E
with names like Jose Cuervo, Jim Bean, and Old Crow
E
Then it's off to the rodeo with tickets in hand
to hear the national anthem from our high school band
A
Up in the grandstands the crowd yes they cheer
E
and take turns roundin' up those buckets of beer
B A
we'd watch the excitement 'till the bull riding's done
E
then we hit the let 'er buck room to have us some fun
E
Well thursday mornin', we do 'er again
but we're always too late to see the rodeo begin
A
the cannon would fire, the flag it would fall
E
and we'd salute to our country and the trail bosses call
B A
and later that night, we'd hit the back room
E
drinkin' more whiskey than an army could consume
[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
B A E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues
[Verse]
E
Friday mornin' is the westward ho
armed with donuts bloody marys to the parade we'd go
A
out on the sidewalk, old friends we did meet
E
and with any good fortune see the queen hit the street
B A
hootin' at the women and the mayor and such
E
and by 11am I drank way too much
E
By the time that saturday finally rolls around
my head tells my body that it'd better lay down
A
but my pride takes over cause I'm from Pendleton
E
and I'd head back downtown baby at a dead run
B A
bettin' on the events cause you know I can't lose
E
but tomorrow I'll be singin' those post Round-up blues
E
When the show's over, you get lookin' right
and you climb your tall horse because it's saturday night
A
and you head out on your hootin', drinkin' dancin' craze
E
and things are goin wild in that Happy Canyon maze
B A
and later that night, you finally collapse
E
but there's a 10am trap shoot at the hangover handicap
[Chorus]
A
Now that it's sunday and the whole damn thing's through
E
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
A
No more topless women and tokens for booze
B A E
and that's why we're singin', the post Round-up blues
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