Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seemsThere's nothing there at allYou just seem older than yesterdayAnd you're waiting for tomorrow to callSo you drop to the curtains and warn things for certainYou're cozy in your little roomThe carpet's all paid for, God bless the TVLet's go shoot a hole in the roofOh, and Ray Rogers is riding his knifeReturning to our silver screenComic book characters never growEvergreen heroes whose stories were toldOh, the great sequined cowboy who sings out of the plainsRoundups and rustlers and home on the rangeTurn on the TV and shut out the lightsRoy Rogers is riding tonightOh, and Ray Rogers is riding his knifeNine o'clock mornings and five o'clock eveningsI'm livin' up the pace if I couldOh, I'd rather have a hand on my silver-stained cheeseBut complaining won't do me no goodSo I lay in my chair, close my eyes and think clearI can hear the sound of the rainAnd my heart beats fastA rolling trigger has just hit the hilltopAnd everyone else is in bedOh, and Ray Rogers is riding his knifeReturning to our silver screenComic book characters never growEvergreen heroes whose stories were toldOh, the great sequined cowboy who sings out of the plainscowboy who sings of the plains of roundups and rustlers and home on the rangeso turn on the tv and shut out the lights roy rogers is riding tonightturn on the tv and shut out the lightsroy rogers is riding tonightyou