And so it seems

That it's just a Dream

And well

He's a little old

But well

He's made of gold

And well

Roscoe

Rocking the world like he's 19

And Roscoe, alot more than he seems

Had to spin this tale like the literary machine

I am

Roscoe

Every thing you do

You do for you

You

Do

For

You

Everything I write

You know it's the truth

Let's take all the pressure off of you

To be old

And uh

You rock the cowboy look

Like Mcgraw

In fact you rock it so good

They call you odd

Since they know

Anything a young-man can do

An old man can do

Ditch the cane

Long as its you

And uh

I spin that yarn

My pen's in charge

Chronicling your saga like its

The Wizard of Oz

And uh, keep your head held high

Let the Ferrari fly

When you come through, let the credits tell them why

Roscoe

Every thing you do

You do for you

You

Do

For

You

Everything I write

You know it's the truth

Let's take all the pressure off of you

To be old