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G Em C
I hear the rooster crowin. It's a frosty mornin.
G D
I can almost see the sun.
G Em C
Goin so fast I can't stop. I'm just a stone's throw from Little Rock
G D G
headin for the Missouri line.
G Em C
Don't need a map to get there. You can get there from anywhere
G D
When you're goin in your head.
G Em C
I can see the arms out reachin, just like the day I was leavin.
G D G
It's been oh so many years.
C D G B7
Let me get on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line, wait my time.
C D G
See all I can see.
C D G B7 C D G
Fiddler rousin up your bow. We'll have our own Ozark Mountain Jubilee.
G Em C
If I can't be a favorite son, I'll be the prodigal one,
G D
cause I been gone too long.
G Em C
Oh how the years have flown by. Oh how I realize,
G D G
how much of me is gone.
C D G B7
Let me get on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line, wait my time.
C D G
See all I can see.
C D G B7 C D G
Fiddler rousin up your bow. We'll have our own Ozark Mountain Jubilee.