Gene Autry A Man Called Mother Miller

If you want to clique your silver purse up on the golden There you've got to change your way, my brother You've got to change your way of living Let's take in more giving If you want to clique your silver purse up on the golden There's that mean you There's that mean you There's that mean me and everybody's got to share

You can't be the devil's ruler You've got to be a square shooter If you want to clink your silver spurs up on the golden stairs Make me laugh, everybody make me laugh, everybody make me laugh If you want to clink your silver spurs up on the golden stairs You've got to ride the right road brother

Make your stands all seat adults get old Faking out of your saddle If you want to clink your silver spurs up on the golden stairs That means you You can't be Your silver first well, thank you folks and welcome once again to melody ranch Just any bad dress in the envelope well good for you now all I got to do is write the letters. Oh, no

I'm just beginning Yes, wanted to drop your alarm and let you know that everything is okay. Period. Semi-explanation. Point closed, quotation. The new paragit you have. That typewriter must take shorthand. Short-hand nothing, as long as any other.

You're now watching the Pat Butterm system of condensed typing. Now I've heard everything. Well, hurry up and finish writing that letter. You've got work to do. Got work to do. Got work to do. That's all I hear around here.

Yes, you've got work to do. Well, I've got to take lots of time and write this letter very slow. I'm going, Papa can't read that. And Stanley, did I tell you what Papa wrote me that happened to him last week?