D                 G          D    A D 
When I was just a very young lad 
                  G       D     A D 
I walked up and I told my dad 
  G                       C       G  D G 
A bareback rider's what I want to be 
                          C          G  D G 
I want the whole world to know about me 
       C                F       C     G C 
In the rodeo arena I'll make my stand 
                      F     C 
I wanna be known as a rodeo man 
           F                            C 
I'll come flying from the chute with my spurs up high 
G7                       C 
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky 
F                     C 
Spurrin' wild with my head throwed back 
       G7                         C 
You'll ask who's that well that's Bareback Jack 
       G7                         C 
You'll ask who's that well that's Bareback Jack 
 
D                    G        D      A D 
The years of boyhood now have passed 
                                  G            D   A D 
It didn't take long I learned the tricks real fast 
        G                           C     G    D G 
Now I'm going down the road with my rodeo gear 
                                 C          G     D G 
And I hope to make the finals in just a few years 
    C                         F         C    G C 
And when my chance comes I'll give it a whirl 
                           F           C     G C 
And try to win the championship of the world 
          F                              C 
I'll come flying from the chutes with my spurs up high 
G7                       C 
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky 
F                     C 
Spurrin' wild with my head throwed back 
       G7                    C 
You'll all know me my name's Bareback Jack 
        G7                       C 
You'll all know me my name's Bareback Jack 
 
D                  G         D   A D 
Well here I am I'm layin' in bed 
                         G       D   A D 
The son of a buck jumped onto my head 
    G                     C            G   D G 
I'm layin' here dyin' and hurtin' real bad 
                        C         G    D G 
Now I wish I'd listened to my old dad 
        C                          F       C      G C 
When he said son you'd better stop foolin' around 
                                   F        C      G C 
You're gonna get your guts stomped into the ground 
            F                                C 
You'll come flyin' from the chutes with your tail up high 
     G7                         C 
That old buckin' horse is gonna throw you in the sky 
F                               C 
When you come down you're gonna break your back 
          G7                  C 
And we'll all know you as old crippled up jack 
     G7                 C 
In a wheel chair with a broken back