The Sheriff

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 come 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

If the A, if the old do sing and a cowboy has to yell Or his heart would break inside of him at the gate of the home corral When each new day is born I go right near me Or the wide open flames I roam Kill the sun to the hill and hide near me

There'll always be someone bad when I come home If the A, if the old, and the day home we go For a cowboy has to sing, and a cowboy has to yell. Or his heart would break inside of him at the gate of the home corral.

There's a tired phony glad that it's over. Yippee-yay! With a song in my heart so am I. For tonight we'll be dreaming of clover. Yippee-yay! And we always will until the day we die. Yippee-yay!

Yippee-yay! And a day home we go. We go to sing and cowboy has to yell inside of him. Oh friends, it's nice to be back with you again and a privilege to bring you our western songs and stories.

And right now we'd like to sing for you our first phonograph recording. Hang your head and change. Shuns ever bomb, It time you've I've gone through one game of my play. Hide your fate,