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