Gene Autry Cattle Herds Get Mixed Up

I am back in the saddle again. Out where a friend is a friend. Where the long-born cattle feed all the low-legends weed. I'm back in the saddle again.

That's right folks, it's another visit with all the gang here at Melody Ranch. There's Pat Butterm, the calf's Cali Boys, the Gene Autry Blue Gene. Kyle Carter's Melody Ranch, hard way six, and yours truly Charlie Lyle.

Right now though, meet the boss man himself, America's favorite cowboy, Jean-Otré. ["The Star-Spangled Banner"] I'm riding, I'm riding to Tennessee, Tennessee, Tennessee, because my true love, my true love, just waits for me. In Tennessee, I've saved up a version of kissing.

Saved up a mountain of love Soon we'll be Mr. and Mrs. Closer than I had in a glove I'm riding, I'm riding to Tennessee Tennessee, Tennessee But cause my true love, my true love Just waits for me In 10, 10, 10, Tennessee I saved up a bush of kisses I saved up a mountain of lore and misses

I am right and I'm right into Tennessee Tennessee, Tennessee But cause my true love, my true love just waits for me In 10, 10, 10, I see In 10, 10, 10, I see Greetings friends and neighbors and welcome again to Melody Ranch. Friends and neighbors, it's unlikely today that we give much thought to the development of cross-country

cap. The slow and cumbersome pack trains gave way to the prairie schooner. Then came the smaller wagons, buggies, and the two-field gig. You know, when I was a very small boy, I could remember the last version of the old Paris Couner with five inch tires, eight wheels, not more than forty inches high, pulled by eight pairs of boxes called log wagons. And you know, even