Painted on the Wall of A Cave

The makers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theatre produced in Hollywood and transcribed for release at this more convenient time. Gritting along, singing a song. 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, here are the writers of the Purple Sage. Riding down a Santa Fe, just beyond the mountain, trying to cross the way. See that sun hang low in the west, all the land I'm loving the best.

Here we go, my old pet old. Gotta see a preacher about a gal, So let's burn the trail, and the under we'll go. Riding down a Santa Fe, right down a Santa Fe, to Santa Fe, gonna see the boss and I collect my pay. Need a hundred dollars or more. You get that

ring she's been waiting for. Don't be slow, I'll pet old. She'll be there waiting at the door. So let's burn the trail and the honor will go. Riding down a Santa Fe, hey! Riding down a Santa Fe!

Well friends, it's good to be back with you again. This is Boy Willing, welcoming you to your All-Star Western Theater where we have the privilege of bringing you our Western songs and stories. As you've already heard, we like to get things started here with a song that's kind of snappy.

And then to follow it up, we like to sing something that you might hear around a Western campfire or maybe on a bunkhouse of an evening. Such a song is chained to a memory. No difference if we two are far apart dear I could never ever love somebody new Cause there isn't any room inside my heart dear