The Successful Operation

The bankers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theater recorded earlier for release at this time. Stripping a long Sing in a song Hollywood comes your all-star Western theater starring America's great Western singers Foy willing and 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 writers of the Purple Sage I want to drink my job from an old tin can while the moon goes I wanna hear the call of a witch for real My son was between my legs Driving him out on that making sure Stepping pride on the Texas plain Each night in my dreams

Somehow it seems I'm back where I belong Just a contrary, hick way back in the sticks Back where I was born City life and your city ways or driving me insane I want to be alone I want to be back home out on the Texas plane I want to drink my job from an old in 10 while the moon goes riding I want to

be with my side or between my legs and the side making sure it's that big ride On the Texas play. Take my job or call.

Hello friends, hello. It's a pleasure to be back with you again in a privilege to bring you our western songs and stories.

Along about this time each week we like to sing something for you that has a sentimental, or lonely, or a yearning quality about it. Something that cowboys might sing around the campfire, or in the bunkhouse in the evening.

Such a song is no one to cry to. One to say goodnight, no one to hold me tight. I go home to my lonely room and find there's no one there.