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 curtain and one thing's for certain You're cozy in your little room The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV Let's go shoot a hole in the moon 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., shut out the lights Roy Rogers is riding tonight Nine o'clock mornings, five o'clock evenings I'd liven the pace if I could Oh I'd rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese But complaining wouldn't 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