2 acessos
Intro: D #1: D A7 D Well he walks out in the arena all dressed up to the brim D Bm A7 Said he'd just came down from a place called Highland Rim D F#m G D Well he said he came to ride the horse the one they called "The Brute" D A7 D But he didn't look like a cowboy in his Continental Suit #2: D A7 D We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word D Bm A7 He walks on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heard D F#m G D A thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild Cayuse D A7 D A meaner horse was never born than the one they called "The Brute" D A7 D The horse that he was looking for was in chute number eight D Bm A7 He walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate D F#m G D We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes D A7 D From the inside pocket of his Continental Suit D Eb Eb Bb7 Eb He rolled himself a quirley and he lit it standing there Eb Cm Bb7 He blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear Eb Gm Ab Eb We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate Eb Bb7 Eb Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of the hate Eb Bb7 Eb The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick Eb Cm Bb7 He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck Eb Gm Ab Eb And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called "The Brute" Eb Bb7 Eb Sat like he was born there in his continental suit Eb Bb7 Eb "The Brute's" hind end was in the air his front end on the ground Eb Cm Bb7 Kicking and a-squealing trying to shake the stranger down Eb Gm Ab Eb But the stranger didn't give an inch, he came to ride "The Brute" Eb Bb7 Eb And he came to ride the buckskin in a Continental Suit Eb E E B7 E Well I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me E C#m B7 He said I don't believe the crazy things I think I see E G#m A E But I think I see the outlaw the one they call "The Brute" E B7 E Ridden by a cowboy in a Continental Suit E B7 E "The Brute" came to a standstill ashamed that he'd bin rode E C#m B7 By a city cowboy in some continental clothes E G#m A E The stranger took his money and we don't know where he went E B7 E We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since E B7 E The moral of the story never judge by what they wear E C#m B7 Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire E G#m A E Everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot E B7 E The sure enough bronc buster in a Continental Suit