Rodeo Moon321 by Toby Keith
Key: GG | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro: G D Em C D  
 
Verse 1        
          
             G       D             Em          
  I took her daddy's old two-horse trailer, 
              C                           D 
  I patched a place in the floor that was bare, 
         G         D          Em        A7    
  And we loaded up her barrel pony, and riggin' 
                    D    C          
  bag is all that I had, Left with our  suitcases 
  G                   C                     D 
  filled with desire, four-hundred dollars, two 
 
          good spare tires. 
                    G              D             Em 
           Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in 
               C     G            D                Em 
           our room, changes with each mile like a radio 
         C               D      G                C         
         tune, we got up above, we'll make  it on love, 
           Am        D     G 
           under the rodeo moon. 
       Instrumental Break 
 
              G D Em Em7 C D G 
  
            Verse 2 
    G            D          Em                C        
    Sometimes we sleep in a hotel, when we're ridin' 
                     D          G       D 
    that hot hand of luck, sometimes we crash at a 
    Em              A7  
    friend's house, sometimes we just sleep in the 
    D      C                           G 
    truck, at nighttime you'll find us out in the fast 
                  C                     D 
    lane, stayin' one step ahead of the snow and  
 
            the rain. 
            G              D             Em 
   Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in 
       C     G/D          D                Em 
   our room, changes with each mile like a radio 
   C               D            G          C 
   tune, we got up above, we'll make it on love, 
   Am        D     G 
   under the rodeo moon. 
      Solo G D Em Em7 C D     G D Em A7 D 
     
              Tag 
           C           
   Yeah we left with our suitcases 
     G                   C                     D 
     filled with desire, four-hundred dollars, two 
 
             good spare tires. 
    
          Chorus 
 
                                                           
 
            G               D            Em 
    Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in 
    C     G            D                Em 
our room, changes with each mile like a radio 
C               D            G           C    
tune, we got up above, we'll make  it on love, 
Am        D     G      Am        D     G 
under the rodeo moon.  Under the rodeo moon.