Bus Ride from Santa Teresa

The Vakers of Weber's Bread presents your all-star Western theater, produced in Hollywood and transcribed for release at this more convenient time. Here 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, here are the writers of the Purple Sage. Hail, Herden Cowboy, hop on your pony-sick. Blow the air, a dealio. Start riding, now boy, we'll make San Antonio-sick. Dealio, let us do road-depressed, but we'll make the boss-fave all this battle-dried-in-cat-alide-hard that care free-trail Herden Cowboy-sick.

Dealio, dealio, keep moving doggies, time is the waste in singing flow. Dealio, dealio, I'm not impatient, Not impatient, but why don't you hasten, sing? E-L-E-O, you ought to know the certain sum what's waiting. You ought to know that your captivating, confiscating arms will unfold in strain, hurt and cowboy sing.

E-L-E-O, one little doggy, straight from his mother sing. Oh, King, E-L-E-O, the trail, hurt and cowboy, there goes another sing. Here we go. Follow the dog. It's the rain that stays in sunshine. When this drive is over, we'll take our fun time.

All at once. Makes me a happy trail-herding-cowboy singing. Here we go. All friends, all of your Oklahoma's gather around now. We've got a song about a town and a gal you know. You folks who aren't from Oklahoma, you just stay right with us.

Cause this gal and the town will remind you of your own. If you just change the names, it's Rose of Old Pony. The natural mech for singing western songs. Plenty of easy going rhythm and smooth harmony.