Tom Russell - Roll the credits johnny

^GRoll the credits, Johnny You up there in the pro^Cjection booth Our dream-time is ^Gover Time to put our shoes on and hit the ^Dstreet

^CBut wasn't it ^Gbeautiful? Didn't we forget about the ^Csad times for awhile? The good guys ^Gwon The bad guys tasted bitterness and de^Dfeat

We kissed the leading ^Gladies Felt the warmth of their ^Cdeep caress Drank with kings and ^Gprophets We rode rocket ships to the ^Dstars

But it's dark now on the ^Gstreets of life "Christ, I think I lost my ^Cpocket knife in there Goddamn it, Johnny, I ^Gcan't even remember where in hell We parked the ^Dcar"

But singing keeps the ^Cfear away And whistling keeps the ^Gwolves at bay ^GRemembering all we might have been ^GAll the love that could have been Let's storm the old ram^Dparts Let's sing the ^Clove songs From old ^Dmovies in our ^Ghearts ^{C D G}

Christ, I wish I was her ^Cleading man She knows more than you'll ^Gever know, talks to birds and animals Why won't she talk to ^Dme?

Wish she could just ^Gstep down off the screen That little blond in ^Ctight black jeans Christ, I'm losing my ^Gmind now, Johnny The crows are laughing at us, up in the ^Dtrees

But singing keeps the ^Cfear away And whistling keeps the ^Gwolves at bay ^GRemembering all we might have been ^GAll the love that could have been Let's storm the old ram^Dparts Let's sing those ^Clove songs From old ^Dmovies in our ^Ghearts ^{C D G} Let's sing old ^Clove songs From the ^Dmovies in our ^Ghearts

^CRoll the ^Gcredits, Johnny Hey, ^Croll the ^Gcredits, Johnny ^CRoll the ^Gcredits, Johnny