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Written by Joshua P. Warren
Copyright © 2023 by Joshua P. Warren & Shadowbox Enterprises, LLC

Roy came from TN in 1931
He took his fiddle and sat
In the middle of a train that barely run.
Uncle Sam said build this dam
For 60 cents and food
He camped in the desert
And sweated in the weather
But kept a cheerful mood.

Them dynamite explosions then
Killed some o' the best,
But he hauled them rocks
And dragged the box
And laid 'em to their rest.

The nights were hot
On dirty cots
And they couldn't have no beer,
But they snuck in a little
While Roy played his fiddle
And they made it through the years.

When Uncle Sam
Said see the dam,
Your term's up if you like,
Ol' Roy said I'll try some more
O' this Boulder City life.

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Roy's buddy got a job at a hotel in the town
And then he hired Roy on
Draggin' baggage up and down.
Frankenstein showed up one day
Splittin' with his bride
He slapped Roy a 20
And said that's plenty
If u help me try and hide.

Then Howard Hughes
Won't wear no shoes,
And it ain't because he's poor,
And every day some yellow juice
Would appear outside his door.

The nights were hot
On dirty cots
And they couldn't have no beer,
But they snuck in a little
While Roy played his fiddle
And they made it through the years.

When Roy's job
Went to the mob,
And they told him take a hike,
Ol' Roy said I'll try some more
O' this Boulder City life.

Now autos came from far and wide
As all the roads kept clearin'
People smiled for photos at
The dam's great engineerin'.
And ice cream shops and candy stores
Were spoken of in couplet
Cause everyone loves pictures of
The Winged Figures of the Republic
(Yeah, you try to rhyme that!)

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Now Alice had been in the town
Since 1935
And Roy'd had his eye on her
But she was awful shy

He asked her if she'd go with him
Out to see the dam
They ate some cheese and crackers there
And California ham.

The sun was purple on the rocks
The breeze was warm and calmin'
And they snuck in a little
While Roy played his fiddle
Until the sun was dawnin' . . .

Roy said it's paradise
And she became his wife
He knew that he
Was here to stay
In this Boulder City life.

Yeah, Roy said it's paradise
And she became his wife
He knew that he
Was here to stay
In this Boulder City life!

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