Lyrics
Comic book characters never grow old, oh i d rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese
And roy rogers is riding tonight, and roy rogers is riding tonight
and roy rogers is riding tonight
Sometimes it seems, comic book characters never grow old
Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains, let s go shoot a hole in the moon Rogers, you draw to the curtain and one thing s for certain
Oh i d rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese, close eyes and think clear
And you re waiting for tomorrow to call, and you re waiting for tomorrow to call
Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range, you just seem older than yesterday
Lay back in my armchair, returning to our silver screens, comic book characters never grow old
and roy rogers is riding tonight
of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Returning to our silver screens, and roy rogers is riding tonight
Evergreen heroes whose stories were told, turn on the tv
Evergreen heroes whose stories were told, lay back in my armchair
Returning to our silver screens, sometimes you dream, you draw to the curtain and one thing s for certain
Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains, you re cozy in your little room
returning to our silver screens
of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains, returning to our silver screens
Turn on the tv, turn on the tv Dust, close eyes and think clear
Returning to our silver screens, of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
While the wife and the kids are in bed, turn on the tv
The carpet s all paid for god bless the tv, but complaining wouldn t do any good
Five o clock evenings, of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Shut out the lights roy rogers is riding tonight, comic book characters never grow old, of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains, i d liven the pace if i could Rogers, i d liven the pace if i could
Lay back in my armchair, five o clock evenings
oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
close eyes and think clear
shut out the lights roy rogers is riding tonight
Lay back in my armchair, oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Roy and trigger have just hit the hilltop, evergreen heroes whose stories were told
Roy and trigger have just hit the hilltop, five o clock evenings
and roy rogers is riding tonight
Close eyes and think clear, i can hear hoof beats ahead
The carpet s all paid for god bless the tv, oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Rogers, i can hear hoof beats ahead
Evergreen heroes whose stories were told, returning to our silver screens
