Life and Death and Scotty

Weber's Bread presents your all-star Western theater, produced in Hollywood and transcribed for release at this time. Oh, singing a song under a Western mood. See what comes, your all-star Western theater. Starring America's great Western singers, boy willing and the writers of the Purple Sage, bringing you the music, the stories and the spirit of the great open spaces.

And now, the writers of the Purple Sage. I wanna drink my job a promenose in can while the moon goes right in high I wanna hear the call of the whipper will I wanna hear that type feel my sad horse between my legs Right in the mouth on the ring just to kick him in the side

Making sure he's stepping-fried out on the Texas plane My dream, somehow it seems I'm back where I belong Just a country, way back in the States, back where I was born The city of life and the cityways are driving me insane I wanna be alone, I wanna be back home, out on the Texas plains

I wanna drink my job, I promise I'll take hands while the moon goes bright and high I wanna hear the call, just to kick him in the side making sure he's happy Hello friends, now for a rad smart little popular song about an island dear to the heart of every Southern Californian.

You'll note the words, call it an island of romance, which is perfectly true. It is an island of romance now, just as it was an island of high adventure in the days of pirates, free-pitched song about Santa Catalina.

I'll slow it if you lead off, we'll join in. Land of enchantment across the bay. And account the muse. Take a check. I sail by song.