Sometimes you dream
sometimes it seems
theres nothing there at all
you just seem older than yesterday
and your waiting for tomorrow to call

You draw to the curtains
and one thigs for certain
your cozy in your little room
The carpets all paid for god bless the tv
lets go shoot a hole in the moon

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And Roy Rogers is riding to-nite
returning to our silver screen
Comic book characters never grow old
evergreen heroes whos 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 tonite

9o'clock mornings 5 o'clock evenings
Id liven the pace if I could
oh I'd rather have ham in my sandwhich than cheese
but complain' 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

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