Intro: D 4x
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Every Friday afternoon I hitch up the trailer
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Saddle up old Rock and ice down the cooler
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Drive that back road until it ends at the ropin pen
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There's rusted out pickups and fancy rigs
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$20,000 horses then there's my old stick
Em                         A                        D
But we're all the same the minute we ride in to the ropin pen

Chorus
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Well I ain't no Clay or Speed
      C                      G
But I give her hell, hell you never can tell
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Someday I just might be
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We'll turn a few steers and tell a few lies
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Kick back in the saddle and philosophize
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Most of life's problems we can probably solve 'em at the ropin' pen

Solo: G A G A
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We Don't do it for the money hell we're always broke
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Just ask my old buddy Nathan what he'd pay to rope
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Lost a couple wifes half the fingers on his hand to the ropin' pen
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And It takes a little skill and a little luck
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And you can talk smack if you can back it up
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Ah but we're all friends no matter who wins here at the ropin' pen

Chorus #2
       C        G       D
Well I ain't no Clay or Speed
      C                       G
But I give 'er hell, hell you never can tell
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Someday I just might be
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We'll turn another pen of steers and tell a few more lies
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Drink another beer and hypothesize most of life's problems
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Hell we're gonna solve 'em at the ropin' pen
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See ya'll again next weekend here at the ropin' pen
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At the ropin' pen down at the ropin pen
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At the ropin' pen