Gene Autry Overthrowing a Tyrant

Back in the saddle again Go spamming Then go back to your home or the sea To the land from where you came Whatever be its name But don't be ungrateful to me If you don't like the sea You don't like the rest Then don't act like the cur in the story

Don't bite the hand that's leaving you Might as I lay sweet for dream came to me You don't like your uncle Sammy Then go back to your home or the sea To the land from where you came Whatever be its name But don't be ungrateful

If you don't like the stars and old glory, If you don't like the red, white and blue, Then don't act like the curbs. They're friends and neighbors, and thank you for dropping around to Melody Ranch today.

And now, here's a mighty pretty old song that many a guy has sung to many a gal. Remember, till I can hold you in my arms, you've never been hacked, and then I'll dream the night away.

For in my out in the sky till I can hold you in my arms. First thanks a lot.

James, yes. Mine fast you somethin'? Why not at all, Johnny? What's on your mind, bud? Well, sir, for the last of me, I can't get this shit that blamed income to actually turn to mind, return to mind to come out right. You're not the only one funny boy shake hands with a friend. No sir believe me you're not the only one what seems to be your trouble

though and I guess it's the same as everybody else. I take my if I make my tax out wrong see I end up in the hands of the law. I make it out right end up in the hands of the receiver. Now in that case what both you fellers need is an expert on things like that a real taxi dermis