The Cape
By Jerry Jeff Walker & Django Walker
Written By Guy Clark

C/B ‘ X20010
Am/G ‘ 3X2210

Capo 2

Well he’s eight years [C/B]old with a flour sack [Am/G]cape tied all around his neck
He’s climbing [C/B]up on top the [Am/G]garage, he’s figurin’ what the heck
So screws his [C/B]courage up so darn [Am/G]tight that the whole thing come unwound
He got a runnin?[C/B]? start and bless hi[Am/G]s heart, he headed for the ground

Chorus :
‘Cause he's one of those who knows his life
Is just a leap of faith
Gotta’ spread your [C/B]arms and hold your [Am/G]breath
And always trust your cape

Well he’s all grown up, he’s got a flour sack cape, tied all around his dream
He’s full of ps and vinegar, ah, he’s bustin’ at the seams
So licks his finger and checks the wind, it’s gonna be do or die
He wasn’t scared of nothin’, boys, he was pretty sure he could fly

Chorus

Now he’s old and grey with a flour sack cape, tied all around his head
And he’s still jumpin’ off the garage and will be til he’s dead
All these years the people said the fool was actin’ like a kid
And since he didn’t know he couldn’t fly, well of course he did

Chorus

By Jerry Jeff Walker

Capo 3rd fret

We held a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback Saloon
With every old-time cowboy agathered in one room
Swappin’ tales and tellin’ lies from days when they were young
Fearless [G/F#]buckaroos who always let the ponies run

I still see us behind the chutes, standin’ in the sun
Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that we’d won
Farmin’ boys from everywhere, just aropin’ in our dreams
Buckin’ down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans

Cheyenne days to Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road
We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes
The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry
The one we won the big go around, the drinks were ours to buy

Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean
But our nights were spent out dancin’ with the fairest girls we’d seen
Regaling them with wildass tales, that weren’t that far from true
There wasn’t a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn’t do

And every year the finals drew us back to OKC
Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, T-bone and old Duffy
And when the dust had settled and the last go-round was run
We stayed up all night singing songs ‘til every song was sung

The broken bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes
And the trails we rode together, now we travel on alone
And the friends we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all
A little something’s broken off each time a cowboy falls

Well adios amigos, see you down the line
I sure enjoyed the bullst, cause it brought back some good times
And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young
Tell them I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run