Artist: Frank Peters
Speed 14

When I was about 16, I started out working on ranches in the Chilcoten area of BC. 
I wrote this one in memory of my manager and his daughter that had both died of cancer.

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C                                       E               F
1) Big-house on the hillside, with it's columns painted white;
G7                          F               C
Girl with her golden hair, framed in window light.
                                  E                F
Cattle on the open range, there's starlight on the dew.
                      C              G7        C          
Just a dream from the memory, of an old time buckaroo.


C                                   E                 F
2)There's whiskey on the table, the old dog's layin' there.
G7                               F             C
The cards are cut and dealt to a cowboy in the chair.
                      E               F
Logs are on the fire; Smoke is up the flu.
                      C              G7            C          
Just a dream from the memory, of an old time buckaroo.


Chorus:
                          E            F               C
3) But he's layin’ in the cradle, he's all wore out by time.
    D                             G
The whiskey and the weather, oh, they haven't been to kind.
C             E           F             C      
Riding crazy bronc's near broken him in two.
 F                    C               G          C
And he don't regret a minute being an old time buckaroo.


C                               E                F
4) The gate it opens wide as he hollers out lets go.
G7                                  F             C
As him and that old buckskin, they put on quite a show.
                                      E               F
The crowd it roars with thunder as he tips his hat to Sue.
                      C            G7             C          
Just a dream from the memory of an old time buckaroo.

C                                  E         F
5 He's riding down a trail, it's a lazy afternoon.
G7                                      F               C
The breeze is sighing softly, and he'll be in camp real soon.
                                          E                F
There's a picture in his wallet, and he's thinkin' just of you.
                      C             G7           C          
Just a dream from the memory, of an old time buckaroo.


Chorus:
                           E            F               C
6) But he's layin’ in the cradle, he's all wore out by time.
    D                             G
The whiskey and the weather, oh, they haven't been to kind.
C             E           F             C      
Riding crazy bronc's near broken him in two.
 F                    C               G          C
And he don't regret a minute being an old time buckaroo.

Verse/Chorus break

C                                       E                    F
7) Now he’s back up in the saddle, He’s drifting through the shade
G7                                          F                  C
It’s bright up in the distance; sunlight streaming through the glade.
                                    E             F
He breaks out in the open, and his grin’s a mile wide
                   C              G7             C          
She’s riding there beside him, the angel of his child.


C                                        E               F
8) Big-house on the hillside, with it's columns painted white;
G7                         F                 C
Girl with her golden hair, framed in window light.
                                  E                 F
Cattle on the open range, there's starlight on the dew.
                     C              G7           C          
Just a little bit of heaven, for an old time buckaroo.


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© by Francis H. Peters  - Revised Jan 21, 2008 1989.12.19

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