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G)Theres one empty cot in the bunkhouseTheres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) ridesOne empty place at the (G) tableThe remuda is five horses (D) shy(G) We turned his string out to pastureHe'll never ride em (G7) no (C) moreWe buried him out on the hillside (G) last sundayAnother (D) good cowboys gone (G) home(G) He came on a train to west Texas>From a farm back in (G7) east (C) TennesseeAll he wanted outa life was to (G) cowboyHe came west to full fill his (D) dream(G) He got his first job on the sixesThat was forty some (G7) odd years (C) agoHe was the best we ever saw with the (G) bad onesOne hell of a hand with a (D) rope(G) I saw him just one time in serviceIt was the day that the boss (G7) lady (C) diedYou could tell by the way, he handled (G) people and horsesHe'd made his own deal with his (D) god(G) Now theres one empty cot in the bunkhouseLetras de cancionesTheres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) ridesOne empty place at the (G) tableThe (D) remuda is five horses (G) shy(G) He hated to fence and dig post holesHe would if he's ask (G7) to of (C) courseThen he'd swear how theres nothin in life (G) thats worth doinIf it can't be done from a (D) horse(G) He taught me how to top out the bad onesHow to tell a good horse (G7) from his (C) eyeHow to watch on the roundup when a (G) cows on the prodShes hidin her baby (D) nearby(G) Well we ain't changed a thing in the bunkhouseWe ain't ready to admit (G7) that hes (C) goneHis hot roll still lays across the (G) foot of his bedHis leggins still hang on the (D) wall(G) But theres one empty cot in the bunkhouseTheres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) ridesOne empty place at the (G) tableThe (D) remuda is five horses (G) shy From Letras Mania