Roy Rogers

Lyrics for 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 things for certain You're cozy in your little room The carpets all paid for god bless the TV Let them go shoot a hole in the moon And Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screen Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories are told Of 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 complaining 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 And Roy Rogers is riding tonight 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 TV Shut out the lights Roy Rogers is riding tonight