Roy Rogers (Remastered 2014)

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 carpet's all paid for,

God bless the T.V.

Let's 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,

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.

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 hoofbeats ahead

Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop

While the wife and the kids are in bed.