Roy Rogers

Sometimes you dream

Sometimes it seems

There's nothing there at all

You just seem older than yesterday

And you're 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 are paid for, God bless the TV

Let them go shoot a hole in the moon

Oh-oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight

Returning to our silver screen

Comic book characters never grow old

Evergreen heroes whose stories we're told

Oh, the great sequined cowboy

Who sings of the plains

Of round-ups and rustlers

And home on the range

Turn on the TV

Shut out the lights

Roy Rogers is riding tonight

9 o'clock mornings

5 o'clock evenings

I'd liven the pace if I could

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

But complain' wouldn't do any good

Lay back in my armchair

Close eyes and think clear

I can hear hoof beats ahead

Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop

While the wife and the kids are in bed

Whoa-ho, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight

Returning to our silver screen

Comic book characters never grow old

Evergreen heroes whose stories we're told

Oh, the great sequined cowboy

Who sings of the plains

Of round-ups and rustlers

And home on the range

Turn on the TV

Shut out the lights

Roy Rogers is riding tonight