Bid For Election with Red Barry

The bakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theater. Rifting along, singing a song. Hollywood comes your all-star Western theater, starring America's great Western singers, boy willing, and the writers of the Purple Sage.

Our guest today is motion pictures He Man of the West, Don Berry. And now, here are the writers of the Purple Sage. Hear my song at the right long of just a happy roving cowboy Heard in the dark, out of the sky, keeping the heavens blue Go where you go and nothing to do

I'm just a happy roving cowboy Let me ride that long trail down to the end Where the skies are always blue Hear my song at the right long of just a happy roving cowboy Pardon the dark clouds out of the sky, keeping the heavens blue.

Ain't got a time to spend my time, I'm just a happy roving cowboy. Let me sing my song till I call my home to the land beyond the blue. Hear my song, gather right along, I'm just a happy roving cowboy.

Pardon the dark clouds out of the sky, keeping the heavens blue. I'm the writers of the Purple Page, your favorite singers of Western Song. Come on to the here. I'll never let you go, little darling.

You say we've reached the Arab party. You say of his goal, but I could never live without you. So please, don't leave me home. You can start in the stars, but from the valley side me.

The moon would hang its head, and it could ever... Of all the traditions the West holds, there's none stronger than that of the loyalty of the cowpoke to the brand for which he rides. Why? Well, a Range Boss drove his men hard, kept them hopping, ride and herd, mended fence, trouble shooting the day through.