Bob Fudge Chords & Lyrics - Colter Wall
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[VERSE 1]
My name is Bob F[Em]udge
I was born in Texas
Lampasas Cou[Am]nty
Back during the war
Small Pox and Coma[Em]nches
Took most of my family
Le[Am]ft my poor mother,
My broth[G]ers, and [Em]me
So I headed North
To ride for the Blockers
They were contractin' he[Am]rds
On the Montana range
In the Spr[Em]ing of the year '82
We left ol' Lampasas
With two thou[Am]sand steers
[G]For the Little Big Hor[Em]n
[CHORUS]
Crossing our tra[C]ils
There were many great riv[Am]ers
All to be cros[C]sed
Not a bridge would we fi[D]nd
[VERSE 2]
In the cold rolling wa[Em]ters
And the wild plunging cattle
There was many a you[Am]ng man
Took[G] leave of his lif[Em]e
[CHORUS]
[C] [G] [Am] [Am] [G] [C] [Em]
[VERSE 3]
Well we crossed at Doan's Store
Into the Indian nation
Saw the blood on the roc[Am]ks
Where those cowboys had died
Then it's on Fort Do[Em]dge
On the Arkansas River
Where gamb[Am]lers and the whores
Al[G]l welcomed us th[Em]ere
[CHORUS]
And the great snowcapped pe[C]aks
Are on our left side n[Am]ow
For many mil[C]es
In the great silent la[D]nd
[VERSE 4]
When I first saw Mont[Em]ana
I knew I would love her
I would ride her great rang[Am]es
'Til the en[G]d of my day[Em]s
[CHORUS]
[C] [G] [Am] [G] [C] [Em]
[VERSE 5]
But she's all cut-and-dry now
And the trails are all gone
I've been to Yellowstone Pa[Am]rk
In an automobile
But I can still see 'em swimm[Em]ing
Boys, I can still hear 'em running
I came off of the trai[Am]ls
When cowboys was king
My name is Bob Fu[Em]dge
I died in Montana
[C] [G] [Am] [G] [C] [Em] [Am]
My name is Bob F[Em]udge
I was born in Texas
Lampasas Cou[Am]nty
Back during the war
Small Pox and Coma[Em]nches
Took most of my family
Le[Am]ft my poor mother,
My broth[G]ers, and [Em]me
So I headed North
To ride for the Blockers
They were contractin' he[Am]rds
On the Montana range
In the Spr[Em]ing of the year '82
We left ol' Lampasas
With two thou[Am]sand steers
[G]For the Little Big Hor[Em]n
[CHORUS]
Crossing our tra[C]ils
There were many great riv[Am]ers
All to be cros[C]sed
Not a bridge would we fi[D]nd
[VERSE 2]
In the cold rolling wa[Em]ters
And the wild plunging cattle
There was many a you[Am]ng man
Took[G] leave of his lif[Em]e
[CHORUS]
[C] [G] [Am] [Am] [G] [C] [Em]
[VERSE 3]
Well we crossed at Doan's Store
Into the Indian nation
Saw the blood on the roc[Am]ks
Where those cowboys had died
Then it's on Fort Do[Em]dge
On the Arkansas River
Where gamb[Am]lers and the whores
Al[G]l welcomed us th[Em]ere
[CHORUS]
And the great snowcapped pe[C]aks
Are on our left side n[Am]ow
For many mil[C]es
In the great silent la[D]nd
[VERSE 4]
When I first saw Mont[Em]ana
I knew I would love her
I would ride her great rang[Am]es
'Til the en[G]d of my day[Em]s
[CHORUS]
[C] [G] [Am] [G] [C] [Em]
[VERSE 5]
But she's all cut-and-dry now
And the trails are all gone
I've been to Yellowstone Pa[Am]rk
In an automobile
But I can still see 'em swimm[Em]ing
Boys, I can still hear 'em running
I came off of the trai[Am]ls
When cowboys was king
My name is Bob Fu[Em]dge
I died in Montana
[C] [G] [Am] [G] [C] [Em] [Am]
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