G                          C              Am 
Must have been born in the right space of time 
D                                    G      D 
Drifter saying, ?Lord, I ain?t got a dime? 
   G                          C       Am  
No worries, no troubles, ain?t nobody care 
     D                              G 
He?s happy as me, cause I?m a rodeo man 
 
Rode all the tough ones, mean sons-of-bitches 
I broke some bones, I took a hundred stiches 
But there ain?t nothin? to it if you stick to my plan 
Be prouder than hell, I?m a rodeo man 
 

[Refrão]
C            D              G          Em    
Someday I?ll make it to the top of the world 
     A7                                  D 
I?ll drive a Cadillac, have all kinds of girls 
G                   C           Am 
I?ll be the envy of all the top hands 
      D                        G 
Thank god almighty I?m a rodeo man 
 
 
Boots are all polished and my Stetson?s on tight 
Fixin? to ride for that gold buckle tonight 
My muscles are hard and my face tight and tan 
Tonight I?ll be proud I?m a rodeo man 
 
Chorus 
 
Yeah, thank god almighty I?m a rodeo man