Ride of the Rancheros

The bakers of that good Weber's bread present your all-star Western theater. Drifting along, singing a song. My job from an old tin can while the moon goes right and high. I wanna hear the call of the Whipper Will.

I wanna hear that coy old cry. I wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs, riding them out on the reins. Just to kiss him in the side making sure he's stepping tight, Out on the Texas plain Each night in my dreams Somehow it seems I'm back where I'd be long Just a country hiched way back in the sticks

Back where I was born All the city lies and the city ways are driving me insane I wanna be alone, I wanna be back home Out on the Texas plain I wanna drink my job from an old jinkand While the moon goes right in high I wanna hear the call of the lifter will

I wanna hear that child cry I wanna feel myself worse between my legs Riding in my long-term reign Just to kick him in the side Making sure he's stuck and crying I wanna text his playing Feel my sad Just to kick him in the side

Making sure he's stuck and crying I wanna text his playing Make yourselves at home everybody This is Foy Willing with a real Western welcome And an invitation to listen to the boys and myself as we bring you the songs in the story of the West.

And during the show we'll have a surprise visit from a couple of very famous Western characters. We sure will, Terry. But right now it's music time. We'd like to sing a song that said, Robin and I wrote, one of our capital record releases, Lay your little head on my shoulder.