Cowboy From Catarina Max Stalling
Cowboy From Catarina
By Max Stalling
He was [C]born on a bright day, [F]190[C]8
Must have [C]made up his mind that he [G]just couldn't wait
The [C]labor came on so [F]quick and so [C]fast
[C]They rushed to town but she [G]just couldn't [C]last
He [C]entered the world with his [F]daddy playing [C]doctor
A [C]horse for a nursemaid, cattle [G]milling about
[C]Born in the back of his [F]daddy's ranch [C]wagon
Into the [C]tools of the trade there was [G]never a [C]doubt
Chorus:
[F]He loved the wide open [C]spaces the best
He looked [F]east every morning, every [C]evening he looked west
Loved his [F]cowboying ways more than [C]anyone [G]knew
Cow[F]boy from Cata[C]rina, it's open [G]spaces for [C]you
Cow[F]boy from Cata[C]rina, it's open [G]spaces for [C]you
Spent whole days on horseback just explaining the country
Skipped school when he could cause it kept him inside
Took his supper on the back steps so he could see the sun setting
Stood up in his stirrups to watch the sunrise
He'd ride through the draws where the rock faces whistle
Sit there amongst the mesquite shrubs and the thistles
He'd smell the whitebrush that the breeze carried by
And he'd thank the angels for his cowboy life
Chorus
The second great war called him down from his horse
They asked will you serve and he answered of course
So he rode a troop ship across the great wide
And he fought the Axis with one thought in mind
Get back to Catarina, get back to his life
Get back to his fencelines and the south Texas sky
Get back to his cattle, his pastures, his land
The cowboy from Catarina, he wore a very deep brand
Chorus
Change key to D
The [D]eighties rolled around and his [G]skin was wrinkled [D]leather
The [D]hearing had faded and his [A]balance had been better
But he could [D]still spot a buck three [G]fencelines a[D]way
And [D]cowboy from Catarina I wonder [A]where you are to[D]day
Are you [D]down in the draw where the [G]rock faces [D]whistle
Are you [D]sitting amongst the [A]mesquite shrubs and thistles
Can you [D]smell the whitebrush that the [G]breeze carries [D]by
And are you [D]thanking the angels for your [A]cowboyin' [D]life
Chorus 2:
Cause [G]you loved the wide open [D]spaces the best
You looked [G]east every morning, every [D]evening you looked out west
You loved your [G]cowboying ways more than [D]anyone [A]knew
Cow[G]boy from Catar[D]ina, it's open [A]spaces for [D]you
Cow[G]boy from Catar[D]ina, it's open [A]spaces
It's them [G]wide open spaces for [D]you
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