The Big Holdup

The Bakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theater recorded earlier for release at this time. Rifting along singing a song. Hollywood comes your all-star Western theater. Starring America's great Western singers. Hoi 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. Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antonio. Wherein' dreams I live with a memory beneath the stars all alone. It was there I found this idea almost, in chat, but strange as the blue of above.

Moonlit past that only she would know still hears my broken song of law. Put it on your spender and only my heart Call back my rose of sand and bone Lips so sweet and tender like fennels born apart Speak once again of my old consung empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone

All that moonlit past by the alamo And rose my rose of sand and bone A familiar song is something that gets to be a part of you

Whether you're a singer or a listener Even if that familiar song was taken away, life would lose something, just as it gained something when the song is heard. Here then is a new number that we hope will become one of your favorites.

Lay your little head on my shoulder. My shoulder, brush away the tears from your eye, like ours could. I'm so give and forget what they say.

Forget from your eye. It's nice to reminisce about the good old days when every man carried a sick shooter and