| D | A | |
| I | grew up | in Wyoming |
| D | |
| In and around Jackson's h | ole |
| A | |
| In the shad | ows of the Tetons |
| Where summers are hot |
| D | |
| And winters unbearably c | old |
| G | |
| But the S | pring and the Fall |
| D | |
| Are always as good as it g | ets |
| A | |
| For over | 70 years now |
| D | |
| I'd watch the sun rise and | set |
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| A | |
| I've bee | n a cowboy |
| D | |
| Working the round-ups in spr | ing |
| A | |
| I've liv | ed in the mountains |
| Hunted the grizzly |
| D | |
| Trapping the rivers and str | eams |
| G | |
| Alwa | ys the loner |
| D | |
| I've treasured my freedom the m | ost |
| A | |
| And though | i never married |
| D | |
| As a young man i might have come cl | ose |
| Verse 3: |
| G | |
| Fr | om somewhere back east |
| She came to the valley |
| D | |
| With a m | an who did her no good |
| G | |
| He was f | ast with the ladies |
| A tin horn gambler |
| D | |
| And a c | heat whenever he could |
| G | |
| She had | no friends or family |
| D | |
| Most of the time he was g | one |
| A | |
| He d | ied in a card game |
| D | |
| And she found herself all al | one |
| Verse 4: |
| G | |
| Al | one and afraid and left unprotected |
| D | |
| 'Cause h | e was all that she had |
| G | |
| May | be i should have |
| But i never told her |
| D | |
| So she | never knew he was bad |
| G | |
| But | i'll always remember |
| D | |
| Standing and watching her | cry |
| A | |
| There was | no one to help her |
| D | |
| But i was determined to t | ry |
| Verse 5: |
| A | |
| I men | ded her fences and |
| Fixed up her cabin |
| D | |
| I had everything looking g | ood |
| A | |
| I la | id by her food |
| And wood for the winter |
| D | |
| Helping wherever i c | ould |
| G | |
| The m | ore i was around her |
| D | |
| The more i wanted to | be |
| A | |
| There was | something about her |
| D | |
| That brought out a good side of | me |
| Verse 6: |
| G | |
| I w | ent into town,i brought a new outfit |
| D | |
| I got | me a haircut and shave |
| G | |
| I'd t | rek through the snow |
| For no good reason |
| D | |
| Just to | go by her cabin each day |
| G | |
| I don't | know about love |
| D | |
| But i was quite taken in by it a | ll |
| A | |
| Till her | brother came in the Spring |
| D | |
| And he took her back to St. P | aul |
| Verse 7: |
| A | |
| I don't | go down to Jackson |
| D | |
| Ain't nothing there but motels and b | ars |
| A | |
| Too da | mn many tourists |
| No place to hide |
| D | |
| They'll find you wherever you a | re |
| G | |
| They like to cal | l me old timer |
| D | |
| I am getting older i gu | ess |
| A | |
| But i do | n't like the changes |
| D | |
| 'Cause i've seen it all at its b | est |
| Verse 8: |
| A | |
| When my l | ife is over |
| D | |
| I don't want to be left in t | own |
| A | |
| But u | p in the mountains |
| There is a place |
| D | |
| I've marked off my own piece of gr | ound |
| G | |
| Hig | h in the Tetons |
| D | |
| Above and away from it | all |
| A | |
| From the | top of old Grand |
| I bet on a clear day - you can see |
| D | |
| All the way to St. P | aul |
| Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr |