| The childhood memories I treasure the most I suppose
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| Were the Saturday afternoons spent at the town’s picture show
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| I’d work all day long in the fields but at night I would dream
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| That I’d see Gene Autry go riding across the big screen
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| Saturday mornings I’d walk five miles or more
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| And twelve o’clock noon found me first one in line at the door
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| I worked all week long but today I fulfilled my dream
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| And I’d see Gene Autry go riding across the big screen
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| The man in the white cowboy hat is a hero to me
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| He was and he is now and I guess he always will be
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| Time takes away many things but it can’t take a dream
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| And I see Gene Autry go riding across the big screen
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| Oft as a child from our home in the country I’d roam
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| And my Daddy would scold me cause I’d never be around home
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| Ah but Mom understood me 'cause she’d always smile when I use to say
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| Gene Autry and I have been rounding up outlaws all day
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| The man in the white cowboy hat is a hero to me
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| He was and he is now and I guess he always will be
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| Time takes away many things but it can’t take a dream
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| And I see Gene Autry go riding across the big screen
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| And I see Gene Autry go riding across the big screen |