Intro : F Bb-Bb-F C F-F-C Let's have a hand for that young ine This time he sure drew a bad one One that nobody could ride But by the way he pulled his hat on You knew he'd be there for the fight And it's the classic contradiction The unavoidable affliction Well, it don't take much to predict, son The way it always goes 'Cuz one day she says she loves you And the next she'll be tired of you And push'll always come to shove you On that midnight rodeo Solo : F Bb-Bb-F C F-F-C He almost mad (tabcountry.com)