The Bankers Prisoner

P ripping along, singing a song under a Western moon. From Hollywood comes your all-star Western theatre, 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. Now where it's all 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 Here my song has a ride along I'm just a happy, roving cowboy Herding the dark clouds out of the sky

Keeping the heavens blue In cowboy Let me sing my song Until they call me home to the land beyond the blue.

Hear my song as I ride along, I just a hat, fear, oven, cowboy. The pertinent dark clouds out of the sky. Keep in the head. Thank you, friends. During the past few years, Americans have come to realize the full worth of our folk music.

As a literature that helps us understand the old days, and is real fun. We are the writers of the Purple Sage, saying one of the most popular of all folk songs in the Republic picture under Colorado skies.

And we'd like to do it for you again now. The blue tail fly. How slow if you'll lead off? The rest of us will join in on the course. When I was young, I used to wait for a message.

And hand him the plate. Passed down the bottle when he looked dry. Brush away the blue tail fly. Jim crack cornered, okay Jim crack cornered, okay Jim crack cornered, okay Masses gone away One day he rolled around the farm The fly is so numerous and they did swarm One chance to bite him on the farm