Gene Autry Steve Williams Asks for a Loan

Back in the saddle of his friend When it's round up time in Texas And the bloom is on the stage

I long to be in Texas Back a riding on the rain Just to smell the bacon frying When it's sizzling in the pan Here the breakfast pour in the early morn drink And coffee from a can Just a riding rocking rope in I'm in leather all day long Just a sweat and squaring, listening to a cow hand song, how it beckons and I reckon I would work for anyway.

Just to be again, to be free again when the balloon is on the stage. Where's found the time, Texas, and the balloon is on the stage. Get along to be in Texas, back a ride in on the rain.

Just a smell that bacon fried, where's this wind in the pan. Hear the reckless horn in the early one, Make it call be from a can. Just a ride in rockin' ropin', Poundin' leather all day long, Just a sweat and sway in swarin', Listenin' to a cow-hand song, How it reckons and I reckon I would work far anyway,

Just to see again, to be free again, From the bloomin' on the day. Well, thank you, friends and neighbors, and a mighty warm welcome to Melody Ranch. And now, here's a song that was quite a favorite of few years back.

We thought you might enjoy hearing it again. Carl? Cute, thank you a lot, folks.

Every little breeze seems to whisper soon elkunrods. Bursin' the trees seems to whisper soon elkunrods. Each little bird. All right, all right, that's enough. What's the matter? Well, that's what I want to know. Oh, yes.