Chris Petersen — Horse People

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[Verse 1]
C
You can pick 'em out of any crowd
They dress the part n' wear it proud
Sometimes you can even smell 'em
          F
They got dirt n' mud n' other crap
Clinging to their boots and hats
And dogs ridin' in the truck with 'em
                  G
They're always stacking hay n' changing tires
Fixing things with baling wire n' overhauling overused tack
           F
And every single thing on the place is dead broke or broken
      G
Everything they own's for sale for cash

[Chorus]
   F                                                C
Horse people, they're just a little different than most pеople
                           G
Bow-legged boot-stompin' stall muckеrs
                             C
Tired n' tuckered goin' broke trying to feed a bunch of four-legged buckers
  F                                 C                               F
Horse people, God bless 'em, they're addicted like a junkie to a needle
     G                                                      F         C
And I've discovered that most of 'em like horses more than they like people

[Verse 2]
         C
There's nothin' in their fridge to        eat
It's full of Butin, Banamine, Penicillin, Ivermectin
               F
They live on Burger King and Taco Bell
The dash is loaded down with bills from farriers and veterinarians
               G
And they can tell you every pedigree of every single steed they ever bought, sold, tra or traded
          F                                                      G
Oh, and none of them are full of bull or slightly egotistical or overly opinionated (yeah, right)

[Chorus]
   F                                                C
Horse people, they're just a little different than most pеople
                           G
Bow-legged boot-stompin' stall muckеrs
                             C
Tired n' tuckered goin' broke trying to feed a bunch of four-legged buckers
  F                                      C                               F
Horse people, God bless 'em, they're addicted like a junkie to a needle
     G                                                      F         C
And I've discovered that most of 'em like horses more than they like people

[Bridge]
             G                                                             F
They've got palominos, paints, n' bays, sorrels, duns, roans, n' grays, stacks of saddles, bits, n' bridles
      G                                                   F
They can't pass up an auction barn, a "for sale" sign on anything that runs on diesel

[Chorus]
   F                                                C
Horse people, we're just a little different than most pеople
                                  G
We'd trade a kidney for a load of good alfalfa
                             C
Yeah we're all about to go broke trying to feed a bunch of four-legged buckers
  F                                 C                               F
Horse people, God bless us, we're addicted like a junkie to a needle
     G                                                     F         C
And I've discovered that most of us like horses more than we like people		
    

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