Cable Car Cowboy chords

[G]Foggy San Francisco two [C]thousand miles from [G]home
Chasing after a lady I'd [D]like to call my own
I've been [G]out of work since I left my job on the [C]Bar-K cattle ranch
Where my [Em]mamma cried, "Think it [C]over, son, be[D]fore you take a [G]chance."

And lord, I sure do miss the folks and [C]all those friends of [G]mine
The city's pretty lonely when a [D]man's just killing time
The [G]people never stop to talk or [C]look you in the eye
And the [Em]buildings there they [C]grow so tall they [D]cover up the [G]sky

But I [D]went for a job the other day, the man [C]looked me up and [G]down
He said, "[A]You're a horse-riding cowboy who looks like he just hit [D]town
But [C]if you can swing a [G]rope, I [D]reckon you can ring a [Em]bell
And if a [G]bucking bronc can't [C]throw you off, you’ll [D]hold the curves as [G]well

INTERLUDE: [C] [G] [D]

[G]Well, I didn't know what he was getting at 'til he [C]took me to this [G]barn
A great big place with high brick walls, not like [D]down on the farm
In[G]stead of hay and horses, it had [C]cement, steel and tar
He said, "[Em]Hop on board and [C]let me see if [D]you can drive a cable [G]car"

Well, it [D]looked like a little house with [C]windows all a[G]round
A [A]little room set on the back and steps down to the [D]ground
A [C]roof and a porch and [G]benches and [D]wheels set on a [Em]track
I'd [G]never seen such a [C]doggone thing, but I [D]didn't tell him [G]that

So [C]mamma don't you [G]worry, things are [D]really going [G]fine
I'm [C]working now as a [G]brakeman on the [D]California Line
And the [G]folks are mighty friendly when they [C]hop on for a [Em]ride
And [G]when it's cold and [C]rainy, my lady [D]loves to ride in[G]side

You can say I'm still a cowboy, it's just a [C]different horse I [G]ride
I round up strays on the city streets and I [D]spend my days outside
These [G]hills of San Francisco are my [C]own West Texas plains
And [Em]ringing a bell is like [C]singing to those [D]dogies on the [G]range