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

So you draw to the curtains

And one thing's for certain

You're cozy in your little room

The carpet's all paid for; God bless the T.V.!

Let's go shoot a hole in the moon

Oh and Roy Rogers is riding tonight

Returning to our silver screens

Comic-book characters never grow old

Evergreen heroes whose stories were told

Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains

Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range

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

Roy Rogers is riding tonight

Nine o'clock mornings

And five o'clock evenings

I'd liven up the pace if I could

Oh I'd rather have ham on my sandwich than cheese

But complaining won't do me no good

So I lay in my chair

Close my eyes and think clear

I can hear hoof-beats ahead

'Cause Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop

And everyone else is in bed

Oh and Roy Rogers is riding tonight

Returning to our silver screens

Comic-book characters never grow old

Evergreen heroes whose stories were told

Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains

Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range

So turn on the T.V. and shut out the lights

Roy Rogers is riding tonight

Tonight

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

Roy Rogers is riding tonight