Eric Bogle - Front row cowboy

On ^FSaturday mornings I'd ^Fride to the ^Fmovies, ^FBooted and ^Fspurred on my ^Fhorse made of ^Gtin ^FTie-up my cyi-use ^Foutside on the ^Fpavement Eric Bogle 'Front Row Cowboy'

^FLay down my ^Fsixpence and ^Gmosey on ^Fin. ^GI'd sit in the front row with the ^Fother young ^Fcowboys ^GWaitin' for Roy to ^Fappear on the ^Fscreen ^GWaitin' for Roy and his ^Fgolden horse ^FTrigger, To ^Fcarry me ^Foff into ^Gmy favorite ^Fdream.

^FRoy Rogers, Roy Rogers, Oh ^Fyou were my ^Fhero, A ^Fman made of ^Fsteel on a ^Fhorse made of ^Ggold ^FTogether we rode through the ^Fdays of my ^Fchildhood ^FMemories like ^Fheroes, they ^Gnever grow ^Fold.

^FTogether we rode over ^Fmountains and ^Fvalleys ^FCamped out a ^Fnight 'neath the ^Fwide prairie ^Gsky, ^FWe'd sing cowboy songs as we ^Fsat by the ^Fcampfire ^FWhile out in the ^Fdarkness a ^Gwild coyote ^Fcried ^GYi-pi-tie-yi-yo ^Fbaked beans and ^Fcoffee, ^GTall tales and true as we ^Fsat by the ^Ffire ^GThen up in the morning and ^Faway we'd go ^Friding. ^FTwo gay caba^Flleros, two ^Gheroes for ^Fhire.

^FAnd now I'm a man, and I've ^Fhung up my ^Fsix-gun ^FNo more do I ^Fride on a ^Fhorse made of ^Gtin. ^FNow I ride subways, and ^Ffreeways and ^Frailways, ^FInstead of a ^Fsix-gun I ^Gnow wield a ^Fpen. ^GBut part of my heart will ^Falways be ^Fridin' ^GAlong the bright canyons and the ^Fwild forest ^Fways ^GAlong with Roy Rogers my ^Ffaithful ^Fcompanion, ^FInto the ^Fsunset of ^Gmy childhood ^Fdays. Eric Bogle 'Front Row Cowboy'

Roy ^FRogers, Roy Rogers, Oh ^Fyou were my ^Fhero, A ^Fman made of ^Fsteel on a ^Fhorse made of ^Ggold ^FTogether we rode through the ^Fdays of my ^Fchildhood ^FMemories like ^Fheroes, they ^Gnever grow ^Fold.

^FHe was my friend, yes, ^Fhe was my friend. ^GHe never let me ^Fdown. He was ^Fhonest and faithful right ^Fup to the end ^GI loved Roy Rogers 'cause ^Fhe was my ^Ffriend.