Time to Ride

The Bakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theater produced and transcribed in Hollywood. In a long singing a song under a Western. From Hollywood come to all-star Western theaters, starring America's great Western singers, boy willing in the writers of the Purple Sage, bringing you the music, the stories, and the spirit of the great open spaces.

And now, here are the riders of the Purple Sea. I'm not gonna collect my pay, eat a hundred dollars or more, to get inside and bring she's been waiting for.

Don't be slow, my old pet old, she'll be there waiting at the door, so let's burn the trail and yonder will go, right now the sad pay, hey. Thank you, friends. When you make a trip through the West these days, you have to be surprised at the way in which the old has been combined with the news.

Every city, including the big important one, still takes pride in carrying on the tradition of western hospitality. Yet even the ramshackle could faze of the most lowly cow towns now feature a jukebox. The same brightly colored jukebox to be found in entertainment palaces throughout the land. But stop a while, add a western jukebox, and you're almost sure

to hear this song. No one to cry to. One to say good night, the trouble. One, two, two, my lonely one day Tonight I beg of you

Please answer this one prayer And give me someone to say If I lived in something very wrong Oh please forgive me dear Promise from now on Please give me your say The West certainly has changed

There aren't many of the old range-wise saddle-tuffin cow-pokes left around these days, but like Foy said just a few minutes ago, that traditional western hospitality hasn't changed a bit. Westerners still enjoy good-living, and one of the most enjoyable parts of good-living is Eden, especially if the meal includes lots of good Weber's bread.