Eric Bogle - Front row cowboy

On ^GSaturday mornings I'd ^Cride to the ^Gmovies, ^CBooted and ^Gspurred on my ^Chorse made of ^Dtin ^GTie-up my cyi-use ^Coutside on the ^Gpavement Eric Bogle 'Front Row Cowboy'

^CLay down my ^Gsixpence and ^Dmosey on ^Gin. ^DI'd sit in the front row with the ^Cother young ^Gcowboys ^DWaitin' for Roy to ^Cappear on the ^Gscreen ^DWaitin' for Roy and his ^Cgolden horse ^GTrigger, To ^Ccarry me ^Goff into ^Dmy favorite ^Gdream.

^GRoy Rogers, Roy Rogers, Oh ^Cyou were my ^Ghero, A ^Cman made of ^Gsteel on a ^Chorse made of ^Dgold ^GTogether we rode through the ^Cdays of my ^Gchildhood ^CMemories like ^Gheroes, they ^Dnever grow ^Gold.

^GTogether we rode over ^Cmountains and ^Gvalleys ^CCamped out a ^Gnight 'neath the ^Cwide prairie ^Dsky, ^GWe'd sing cowboy songs as we ^Csat by the ^Gcampfire ^CWhile out in the ^Gdarkness a ^Dwild coyote ^Gcried ^DYi-pi-tie-yi-yo ^Cbaked beans and ^Gcoffee, ^DTall tales and true as we ^Csat by the ^Gfire ^DThen up in the morning and ^Caway we'd go ^Griding. ^CTwo gay caba^Glleros, two ^Dheroes for ^Ghire.

^GAnd now I'm a man, and I've ^Chung up my ^Gsix-gun ^CNo more do I ^Gride on a ^Chorse made of ^Dtin. ^GNow I ride subways, and ^Cfreeways and ^Grailways, ^CInstead of a ^Gsix-gun I ^Dnow wield a ^Gpen. ^DBut part of my heart will ^Calways be ^Gridin' ^DAlong the bright canyons and the ^Cwild forest ^Gways ^DAlong with Roy Rogers my ^Cfaithful ^Gcompanion, ^CInto the ^Gsunset of ^Dmy childhood ^Gdays. Eric Bogle 'Front Row Cowboy'

Roy ^GRogers, Roy Rogers, Oh ^Cyou were my ^Ghero, A ^Cman made of ^Gsteel on a ^Chorse made of ^Dgold ^GTogether we rode through the ^Cdays of my ^Gchildhood ^CMemories like ^Gheroes, they ^Dnever grow ^Gold.

^GHe was my friend, yes, ^Che was my friend. ^DHe never let me ^Gdown. He was ^Ghonest and faithful right ^Cup to the end ^DI loved Roy Rogers 'cause ^Che was my ^Gfriend.