Intro: B A E B

Verse 1:
                          D
I threw a ten on the bar, ready to drown
    E                    B
The hell I've been going through
B
I didn't make it far
            D
Fore an old cowboy sat down
     E                     B
Said buddy I've been there too
            A                      E
Reds on his chest and miles in his eyes
          B
Said I've seen my fair share of hard times
                  A                           E
I've tried fixing problems with band-aids and bottles
        E
But the only real secret to life
E
Is you gotta

Chorus:
B           A
Ride, ride, ride
         E
When the clouds rollin' in 'til the sun's back again
           B           A
And you'll find, find, find
     E
That what you're made of is barbed wire tough
B                         A
Stare down the storm, you bring on the rain
E
Life will throw you off boy, but saddle up anyway
    B           A
And ride, ride, ride
E           B
Ride, ride, ride

Verse 2:
B                            A
He bought me a round, said I know you're down bad
         E                     B
But it's darkest before the daylight
                               A
May not have the buckle, might not wear the hat
       E                  B
But we all got a cowboy inside
                      A                       E
You'll be high on the horse, then hitting the wall
            E
Half of the living is risking the fall
E
But it's worth the

Chorus:
B           A
Ride, ride, ride
         E
When the clouds rollin' in 'til the sun's back again
           B           A
And you'll find, find, find
     E
That what you're made of is barbed wire tough
B                         A
Stare down the storm, you bring on the rain
E
Life will throw you off boy, but saddle up anyway
    B           A
And ride, ride, ride
E           B
Ride, ride, ride
B
Yeah, let it ride

Instrumental: B A E B

Chorus:
          B           A
You gotta ride, ride, ride
         E
When the clouds rollin' in 'til the sun's back again
           B           A
And you'll find, find, find
     E
That what you're made of is barbed wire tough
B                         A
Stare down the storm, you bring on the rain
E
Life will throw you off boy, but saddle up anyway
    B           A
And ride, ride, ride

Outro:
E           B
Ride, ride, ride
           A
You gotta ride
              E           B
Saddle up and ride, ride, ride
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