Roy Rogers

Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems

There's nothing there at all

You just seem older than yesterday

And your waiting for tomorrow to call



You draw to the curtains, and one thing's for certain

You're cozy in your little room

The carpets all paid for god bless the T.V.

Let's go shoot a hole in the moon



Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonite

Returning to our silver screen

Comic book characters never grow old

Evergreen heroes whose stories are told

Of a great sequined cowboy who sings of the plains

Of round-ups and rustlers and home on the range



Turn on the T.V., shut out the lights

Roy Rogers is riding tonite



Nine o'clock mornings, five o'clock evenings

I'd liven the pace if I could

Oh, I'd rather have ham in my sandwhich than cheese

But complain' wouldnt do any good



Lay back in my armchair, close eyes and think clear

I can hear hoofbeats ahead

Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop

While the wife and the kids are in bed



Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonite

Returning to our silver screen

Comic book characters never grow old

Evergreen heroes whose stories are told

Of a great sequined cowboy who sings of the plains

Of round-ups and rustlers and home on the range



Turn on the T.V., shut out the lights

Roy Rogers is riding tonite