By Perfect Stranger rmofle at satx.rr.com 10/28/2005 G Am He spent his days with horses and his nights with Rosalee C D He spent his pay on whiskey that was made in Tennessee G Am As I was growing up he spent a lot of time with me C D When Id ask him about women he'd just grin C D C D G He'd say son I know horses like the back of my hand Chorus: Em He'd say some were born to run Am Some will stomp you just for fun C D G And some have got the devil in their eyes Em There's some that you can trust Am Some will leave you in the dust C D And the wild ones that shake you up inside C D G But you'll always remember the ride Like him Ive rode some horses Some were fast and some were slow I've known my share of women I've seen them come Ive seen them go The horses I could handle but the women got me throwd Now i smile when I remember that old man Because he knew more than horses like the back of his hand Chorus Chorus