Roy Rogers chords and lyrics - DR. STRANGELY STRANGE

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[Intro 1]
[C][Gsus4][C][Gm][C]

[Verse 1]
I asked Roy [C]Rogers
would he [F]lend [Gsus4]me his horse
And he [C]said yes of course
I can lend you my horse
I'm [F]galloping heroically
[Bb]over the plain
You know that [Eb]I was never se[F]en again
I'm galloping heroically [Bb]over the plain
You know that [Eb]I was never se[F]en aga[C]in
I asked Jesse James,
he [F]lend me [Gsus4]his chops[F]
And [C]he said, well, yes, perhaps
And [F]his brother Frank was
[Bb]meaner than hell [Eb]to him,
not the [F]wishing well.
And his brother Frank was
[Bb]meaner than hell to [Eb]him,
not the [F]wishing [C]well.
I asked Bessie Bird
to take [Gsus4]off her clothes
[C]and find some repose from her labours.
She smiled as she [Gm]slipped
right [C]out of her zip,
saying, [Gm]Why, [Am]thank [C]you,
good neighbors.
And she [F]asked me if I'd like
to [Bb]come back again,
And she'd [Eb]tell me exactly
what her [F]name was.
She asked me if I'd like
to [Bb]come back again
And she'd [Eb]tell me exactly
where the [F]flame [C]was
I asked Lloyd George if he'd
lend [Gsus4]me his hat,
[C]and he said nothing,
but keep a straight back.
He put his [F]arms round my shoulder
and [Bb]taught me how to sing.
For a little [Eb]bit, he taught me [F]everything.
He put his arms round my shoulder
and [Bb]taught me how to sing.
For a [Eb]little bit, he taught me [F]everything.[C]
I asked Rupert Bear,
just what should I [Dm]do
[C]With all this folding paper?
He said that her [Gsus4]late thun[C]der
Was due him [Gm]now [C]not [Gm]late[C]r
And he [F]kissed fair Jane
She was the [Bb]queen of the mail
And [Eb]smiling to his face
He blew the [F]afternoon away
And he kissed fair Jane
She was the queen [Bb]of the night
And [Eb]spinning to her sleep
He blew the af[F]ternoon [C]away
I wrote this song on my bank overdraft
A noble piece of craft
goes in [Gm]the burning [C]shop
And the [F]sub -manager says
that I [Bb]own lots of bread
Hey [Eb]hey, that's no way
to [F]treat your friend
And the sub -manager says
that I [Bb]own lots of bread
Hey hey, [Eb]that's no [F]way
to treat your friend
And the sun never chases [Bb]the day
[Eb]That's no [F]way to treat your [C]friend[F]
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