Seventeen
Chris LeDoux
Transcribed by Ken Bennett
INTRO
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Spoken (with intro tab in background):
When he was 5 years old his mom took him down to the round corral, to
watch his dad work the young horse they called Smokey
Man, did that horse buck
But his old dad just sat up there and rode him like there was nothinā to
it, Right then, the boy gained a whole new respect for the man
And from that day on, he knew that when he grew up he wanted to be a
cowboy
Verse 1
D A G D
Seventeen, cowboysā dreams aināt on fixinā fences
A G A
Once heās seen Īem ride in old Cheyenne
D A
Ranch routine and his old manās schemes
G D
This aināt where his heart is
A G A
But you know his daddy understands
Verse 2
D A G D
Noonday comes, father and son sit down and eat their dinner
A G A
Beneath that big Wyoming sky
D A
His daddy knows heās gotta let him go
G D
The boy canāt be a winner
A G A
If he donāt spread his wings and fly
Chorus
Bm A G D
And in his mind heās riding bulls down in Las Vegas
Bm A G
Soon heāll be on a train that leads to Santa Fe
D A G D
Sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages
A G
Calls another cowboy on his way
Repeat Intro tab
Verse 3
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Fencinās done and the morning sun finds him packed and ready
A G A
Momma kissed his cheek and then she went inside
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His old man, well he shook his hand, said,
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ćSon, you ride Īem prettyä
A G A
Didnāt see the tears that his momma cried
Chorus
Bm A G D
And in his mind heās riding bulls down in Las Vegas
Bm A G
Today heās on a train that leads to Santa Fe
D A G D
Sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages
A G
Calls another cowboy on his way
Repeat Intro tab and end
