Chords for Roy Rogers sings "DON'T FENCE ME IN" in "Hollywood Canteen" with TRIGGER

[Fm] _ [C] _ _ [A] _ [G#] _ _ _ _
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[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ Hey, that's [G] Roy Rogers and Trigger!
_ [B] _ Well, _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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all gone boys [Am] and gals are really as well [A#] getting a [Fm] chance to be here at the Hollywood
Canteen, meet you all in person and say howdy to you.
This is Trigger's way of saying hello.
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_ _ _ Trigger [C] _ _ [F]
seems to like the [D#] ladies in here.
How about [G#] throwing him a kiss, Trigger? _
_ _ _ _ Will you give [C] me a kiss?
[C#] How about [Fm] me?
_ _ Just one?
Just give me [C] one [F] kiss.
Come.
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[Fm] _ _ _ No, [Dm] but he sure kisses [E] juicy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Am] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [D#] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ Wild Cat [Em] Willie, _
[A] looking [E] mighty pale, was standing by the [B] sheriff's side.
[E] And when that sheriff [A] said, I'm sending [E] you to jail,
Wild [B] Cat raised [E] his head and cried, Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above. _
Don't fence [B] me in, let me ride through the wide open country that I love.
[D#] Don't [E] fence me in, let me be by myself in the evening [A] breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood [E] trees.
Send me off forever, but [F] I [F#m] ask you [Am] please, [E] _ [D#] don't fence [E] me in.
Just turn me loose, [A] let me straddle my old saddle underneath the [E] western sky.
_ _ On my [A] caillous, let me wander over yonder till I see the [E] mountain rise.
[A#] _ _ [A] _ _
I [E] want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
[A] And gaze at the moon till I lose my [E] senses.
I can't look at hobbles [C#] and I can't [F#m] stand [F#] fences.
[E] _ [F#m] Don't [E] fence me in. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#m] _ [Am] _
[E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [E] Just turn [A] me loose, let me straddle my old saddle underneath the [E] western sky.
_ _ On my [A] caillous, let me wander over yonder till I see [E] the mountain rise.
_ [Bm] _ _
[D#] I [E] want to ride to the ridge where the [G#] west commences,
[A] And gaze at the moon till I lose my [E] senses.
I can't look at hobbles and [G] I can't [F#m] stand [E] fences.
_ [Bm] Don't fence [F#] me [C#] in.
[F#] I'm the [Am] roving kind, [E] so [G] if you [C#] don't mind, [F#m] all that I can say _ is,
[A#] Come on, trigger, _ let's be [B] on [E] our way. _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ I'm the roving kind.
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