The Horse Thieves of Paradise Valley

The king of the cowboy's, Roy Rogers, brought to you by Quaker Hope, the giant of the burials. The giant of the burials is great, durlough. The giant of the burials is great, durlough. Be it, you take this, no, you be a land of silence.

The giant of the burials is great, durlough. Out of the western, in the Orholm, riding the range of mystery and adventure, raising the trail of Western story and song, boy willing and the writers of the purple face, that terror of tall tales gaffy haze, that queen of the West, day of Evans, and in person, but king of the cowboys himself,

Roy Rogers. Oh, howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. I hope you brought the ruse side with me when I say there's nothing lower than a fake. Gaffy, what happens to a fellow who steals out here in the West?

Well now, son, I reckon the best way to answer That's why, Jimmy, to tell the story of the horse he was a paradise valley. So you set around the campfire's rocker rules, and now relating to adventures of Rips Norton, it'd make up front, jump right out of his goatees.

Well, about 10 days ago, I spoke to Paradise Valley, went over to day 11, circa E.L.A. and, for other things he was giving. Now, me, myself, I went with great re-luckson. I'll just say one thing I don't enjoy is up and I've been with women dancing around in all section just a spring waste of time

for a very time. Well, Pappy's about time to head for home. There's the home. Rory, I promised the next dance to miss his right body. Okay, we can wait that long. No one has to let the Grace May hobby keep the pump of the lady with a yellow head.