E
Well I have been a cowboy,

dang near all my life.
E
That good ol' cowboy music

is all i'm suppossed to like,
A
but here lately I do't know whats
               E
But i'm losin'control.
E
I'm losin' control.
B
To a little longhaired outlaw
A
Whose a ridin' some where deep
             E
Down in my soul.

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E
Well he rides a pinto stallion,

Down the canyons of my mind.
E
Makes camp beneath a memory,

Below the timberline.
   A
Got a little 'lectric Fender guitar,
                     E
Plugs direct into my soul.
              E
Right into my soul.
B
Turns up the volume,
                 A
Bends them guitar strings,
                        E
And plays that rock and roll.

Ah and here he goes.


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[Verse]
E
Well I can be doin' a concert,

Strummin'along just fine.
E
Playing Little Joe The Wrangler.

When somethin' snaps inside my mind.
   A
And I can feel that longhaired music
                                 E
Wellin' up from the rivers of my soul.
    B
Where the music flows.
               A
When that little longhair takes over,
                               E
And makes me play that rock and roll.

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[Verse]
E
Now if you like cowboy music,

And you don't like this song.
E
Well i'd like to appologize,

If the tune kinda came out wrong.
   A
But you see I can't help myself
                           E
The little longhair has got control.
            B
And he won't let go.
                            A
But i'' get back to my cowboy music
                                         E
Sometimes I gotta play a little rock and roll

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