Roy Rogers

Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems
Theres nothing there at all
You just seem older than yesterday
And youre waiting for tomorrow to call.

You draw to the curtain and one things for certain
Youre cozy in your little room
The carpets all paid for, God bless the tv
Lets 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 oclock mornings, five oclock evenings
Id liven the pace if I could
Oh Id rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese
But complaining 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.