F
C/E
F/D
C
F/D
C/E
F
C/E
F/D
C
F/D
C7/E
F
Sometimes you dream,
C7
sometimes it seems
There’s nothing the
F/D
re
a
C/E
t
al
F
l
C/E
Dm
You just seem older than
Am
yesterday
Bb
And you’re waiting for tomorrow to
C
call
F/D
C/E
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
C
Wh
F/D
oa
A
C/E
nd
Ro
F
y Rogers is
G7
riding
tonight
Bb
Returning to our silver sc
F
reens
C/E
F/D
C
Comic book cha
F/D
ract
C/E
ers
F
never grow old
Bb
Evergreen heroes whose
G/B
stories were
C
told
Oh the
Dm
great sequin cowboy who
Am
sings of the plains
Of
Bb
round ups and hustlers and
G/B
home on the
C
ran
F/C
ge
C7
Dm
Turn on the T.V.,
Am
shut out the lights
Bb
Roy Rogers is
Bb/C
riding
ton
F
ig
Bb/F
ht
F
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
