D G D For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blueD A The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoesG D A I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to rideD A D And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side (yodel) [VERSE]D G D I came into the world of things a pauper I am toldD A For the things I never got, I'm thankful to my bonesG D A With all its lack of gold and green my life has good supplyD A D Of treasure in the silver stars and white port at my side [CHORUS]D G D For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blueD A The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoesG D A I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to rideD A D And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side (yodel) [VERSE]D G D My Denver lass I promised that I'd be out west that dayD A I headed east as fast as my two feet could back awayG D A All compliments and commitments I've dispensed far and wideD A D But all was said with smiling face and white port at my side [CHORUS]D G D For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blueD A The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoesG D A I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to rideD A D And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side (yodel) [G O OVER VERSE CHORDS]D G DD AG D AD A D [VERSE]D G D Now pirate lads and scallywags are brethren to meD A A sailin' man with no good plan, that's something I could beG D A But just as quick will I jump ship if told to get in lineD A D Send my bones to Davy Jones with white port at my side [CHORUS]D G D For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blueD A The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoesG D A I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to rideD A D And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side (yodel) [VERSE]D G D Now lastly I will say that I ain't seen a bad run yetD A An' when the boss says time to get, I'll get with no regretG D A With heaven made I'll stake some shade and air myself out rightD A D Double check that none suspect the white port at my sideG D A With heaven made I'll stake some shade, I'll stay there till I dieD A D Double check that none suspect the white port at my side [CHORUS]D G D For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blueD A The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoesG D A I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to rideD A D And all is done with style and grace and white port at my sideG D A I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to rideD A D And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side (yodel)
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