Roy Rogers


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Sometimes you dream,  
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sometimes it seems
 
There’s nothing the
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a
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al
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You just seem older than  
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yesterday
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And you’re waiting for tomorrow to
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call 
 
 
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C/E 

You draw to the curtain and one thing’s for certain

You’re cozy in your little room
The carpet’s all paid for, God bless the TV
Let’s go shoot a hole in the moon

 
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Wh
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oa 
 
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nd 
 
Ro
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y Rogers is  
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riding 
 
tonight
Bb 
Returning to our silver sc
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reens  
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Comic book cha
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ract
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ers 
 
 
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never grow old
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Evergreen heroes whose
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stories were  
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told
 
Oh the  
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great sequin cowboy who  
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sings of the plains
 
Of  
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round ups and hustlers and
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home on the  
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ran
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ge  
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Dm 
Turn on the T.V.,  
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shut out the lights
Bb 
Roy Rogers is
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riding 
 
ton
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ig
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ht  
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Nine o’clock mornings, five o’clock evenings

I’d liven the pace if I could
Oh I’d rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese
But complaining wouldn’t do any good

Lay back in my armchair, close eyes and think clear

I can hear hoofbeats ahead
Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop
While the wife and the kids are in bed

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