Wild Cyclone chords and lyrics - WOODY GUTHRIE

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[Verse 1]
[A]Well, [D]the last big buffalo run is done,
and the [G]hides are stripped and [D]gone.
I'm a -standing here in dead ghost
city on a [A]pile of rattling bones
[D]Three -pronged
Pete runs down my street,
he's [Em]yelling [G]out his [D]lungs
There's a wild stampede coming through
town and it's [A]led by the wild cyc[D]lone
I darched in back of some bales of hay
as the [G]wild herd jostled pas[D]t.
Well, I could not spot their leader horse,
cause they [A]all went past so fast.
A [D]wind -burnt girl rode in that herd,
and I [G]seen her toss her lute.
[D]Her hor[G]sey fell, and the gir[D]l did yell,
I've [A]missed that wild cyc[D]lone.[A][D]
I lifted her up from that dusty street,
on [G]top of my bales of [D]hay.
She pulled her hair and cried and said,
that [A]cyclone got away.
She [D]said, I trailed in six long years
since [G]heat was just a [D]cold.
I [G]squeezed her hand [D]and said,
I'll help you [A]snag that wild cyc[D]lone.[A][D]
We bought for her a saddling done
with an [G]engine bridled [D]to.
Stopped our pack on the
Swayback
Bay and [A]trailed for a week or two.
In
[D]Dry
Gasp
Valley pitched our camp where the
[G]cold water springs did [D]run.
[G]Played every trap in the
[D]Bloom
Tale book, but [A]we missed
that wild cyc[D]lone.[A][D]
One day, just when the sun comes up,
my [G]gay friend
Gabson
[D]Min throws a loose loop on a
mare.
[A]She told me with a grin, we'll [D]build a pen around this mare,
and the [G]cyclone's bound
to [D]come.
[G]Before too many [D]moons roll by,
we'll [A]have that wild cyc[D]lone.[A][D]
Well, small rail fence we built around
this [G]fair young hickory [D]mare.
That same old night as the
moon was bright, [A]old
Wild
Cyclone was there.
He pushed [D]the gate to the rail corral
and [G]he rubbed his lady's nose.
[D]We [G]laced our gates with leath[D]ery straps
an[A]d trapped that wild cyclone.
[D]My [A]win[D]dburned girl did feel so gay,
she [G]kissed my leathery [D]cheeks.
Then both rode back, pitching
Horntown to the [A]justice of the peace.
We [D]bred this fair and beautiful mare
to the [Em]stormy [G]wild cyclon[D]e.
It's [G]now our kids ride [D]past us on the
[A]fastest horses grown.

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