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
So you drop to the curtains and warn things 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 roof
Oh, and Ray Rogers is riding his knife
Returning to our silver screen
Comic book characters never grow
Evergreen heroes whose stories were told
Oh, the great sequined cowboy who sings out of the plains
Roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Turn on the TV and shut out the lights
Roy Rogers is riding tonight
Oh, and Ray Rogers is riding his knife
Nine o'clock mornings and five o'clock evenings
I'm livin' up the pace if I could
Oh, I'd rather have a hand on my silver-stained cheese
But complaining won't do me no good
So I lay in my chair, close my eyes and think clear
I can hear the sound of the rain
And my heart beats fast
A rolling trigger has just hit the hilltop
And everyone else is in bed
Oh, and Ray Rogers is riding his knife
Returning to our silver screen
Comic book characters never grow
Evergreen heroes whose stories were told
Oh, the great sequined cowboy who sings out of the plains
cowboy who sings of the plains of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
so turn on the tv and shut out the lights roy rogers is riding tonight
turn on the tv and shut out the lights
roy rogers is riding tonight
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