Yippy Ty Oh Hey Hey

Intro: Em 


[Verso 1]
 
Em                                              G 
Well, the wind's too high to brand today, can't even start a fire 
         A                                          Em 
It ain't rained in three damn months, so I'm here patching this barbed wire 
                                         G 
And I'd hate to think what'd happen if I actually starved to death 
       A                                          Em 
But at least my horses and my cattle won't, I got thirty-six bales left 
 


[Refrão]
 
         G                    Em 
Yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey 
         G   D           Em 
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey 
 


[Verso 2]
 
Em                               G 
This here land was my grandpa's until I turned sixteen 
   A                               Em 
He handed it down to my daddy, who passed it down to me 
                              G 
And I wasted most of my youth toiling time away 
A                        Em 
Feeding Braford cows and baling coastal hay 
 


[Refrão]
 
              G                    Em 
Said yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey 
         G   D           Em 
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey 
 


[Ponte]
 
           C                             G 
Well, this land is cut by the river, the damned ol' trinity 
B7                            Em 
When she gets to feeling mad, Lord, she sure gets deep 
            C                    G 
And there's dirt on my girt, and blood on my saddle horn 
     B7 
This life, it might not be for you, but this is where I was born 
 


[Refrão]
 
                 G                    Em 
Singin' yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey 
             D           Em 
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey 
 


[Verso 3]
 
           Em                G 
It was the spring of 1925, a cold and cloudy day 
A                                Em 
Twelve cowboys came riding in to take this land away 
                               G 
Daddy grabbed a shotgun, and I grabbed a .22 
      A                                     Em 
And I buried all twelve men that day, and I buried daddy too 
 


[Refrão]
 
                 G                    Em 
Singin' yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey 
         D               Em 
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey 
 


[Verso 4]
 
  Em                     G 
I married in the fall of 1933 
    A                                  Em 
She gave me two strong, young boys who both looked up to me 
                                           G 
And I taught 'em how to work this land and how to read the sky 
            A                               Em 
And they'll still be here with my grandkids long after I die 
 


[Refrão]
 
                 G   D           Em 
Singin' yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey 
 


[Ponte]
 
           C                             G 
Well, this land is cut by the river, the damned ol' trinity 
    B7                            Em 
And when she gets to feeling mad, Lord, she sure gets deep 
            C                        G 
And there's dirt on their girts, and blood on their saddle horns 
     B7 
This life, it might not be for you, but this is where they were born 
 


[Refrão]
 
                 G                    Em 
Singin' yippy-ty-oh, whoa-oh-oh, hey, hey 
         G   D      Em 
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey 
 

Outro: 
Em                                G 
Someday soon, they'll lay me down 'neath that old oak tree 
A                                     Em 
Point me towards the west and this is what I hope you'll sing 

Outro: 
         G               Em 
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey 
         G   D           Em 
Yippy-ty-oh, oh-oh, hey, hey