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Chrokee sat on the same barstool
Everyday 'til his wife dragged him back.
Drinking and talking about the old days,
"They don't make them anymore like that."
I did extra work in the movies for so long,
That starring role never camethrough...
Horse opera stories were my specialty,
I remember when I met the Duke.
Oh- it ain't my day...
Oh- it ain't my day...
Now I'm sixty years old
And I sit by the phone,
Every night by the light of the soaps
I'll bet my last dollar
That Jock and his sons never once
Burned their hands on a rope...
Oh- it ain't my day...
Oh- it ain't my day...
And I'm trying to, dying to,
Sit back and see my old face,
Oh- it ain't my day...
Oh- it ain't my day...