The Varmit and The Baby

The fakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theater. Drifting along, singing a song under a Hollywood-comchoral star Western theater, starring America's great Western singers, boy willing, in the riders of the Purple Sage, bringing you the music, the stories, and the spirit of the great open spaces.

And now, the riders of the Purple Sage. I'm along with him home, and I let him out and go Mr. Lihir the echos from the hills Down the sweet lily bell, my little hillbilly gal Calling him the echos from the hill When I left my pappy set, no dogs, nothing wrong I recall my mammy saying sunny, it'll be long

So I know that someday I'll be winning my way Back among the echos from the hill Sometimes I wonder why I have to roam Somehow my thoughts are traveling way back home I miss the hills the old folks and my little sister Lou I wonder if they missed me too I'm along with home and I blew my soul

Still I hear the eagles from the hills and the sweet lilybell my little hillbilly gal Falling in the eagles from the hill When I left my pack he said no don't do nothing wrong I recall my man be saying sonny don't be lone so I know that someday I'll be went in my way back among the echoes from the

thank you friends you know sometimes there is quite a lot of friendly argument among us boys at rehearsal we all come from different states of the union all and each of us wants to sing the songs of his own state how slowly here is the loyal son of Missouri and he's always insisting on