Front Row Cowboy Eric Bogle

On Saturday mornings I'd ride to the movies
Booted and spurred on my horse made of tin
Tie up my cayuse outside on the pavement
Lay down my sixpence and mosey on in
I'd sit in the front row with the other young cowboys
Waitin' for Roy to appear on the screen
Waitin' for Roy and his golden horse Trigger
To carry me off into my favorite dream

Roy Rogers, Roy Rogers, Oh you were my hero
A man made of steel on a horse made of gold
Together we rode through the days of my childhood
Memories like heroes, they never grow old

Together we rode over mountains and valleys
Camped out a night 'neath the wide prairie sky
We'd sing cowboy songs as we sat by the campfire
While out in the darkness a wild coyote cried
Yi-pi-tie-yi-yo baked beans and coffee
Tall tales and true as we sat by the fire
Then up in the morning and away we'd go riding
Two gay caballeros, two heroes for hire

Roy Rogers, Roy Rogers, Oh you were my hero
A man made of steel on a horse made of gold
Together we rode through the days of my childhood
Memories like heroes, they never grow old