The Ghost Town Men

The King of the Cowboy, Troy Rogers, brought to you by Quaker Oak, the giant of the cereal. The giant of the cereal is Quaker Oak. The giant of the cereal is Quaker Oak. King of the Musics, make you feel and the giant of the cereal is Quaker Oak.

Out of the West and into your home, riding the range of mystery and adventure, Blazing the trail of western story and song, Boy willing and the writers of the purple cave, that fella of tall tales gaffy haze, that queen of the west, day 11, and in person the king of the cowboys himself,

Roy Rogers. Well, howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. If you better lose like excitement, you've come to the right place to get it, cause something mighty exciting happened now and our way, and we're going to tell you about it right now.

My little pal Gabby Hayes will start to tell him, won't you, Papi? Sure will, son. Buckaroos, get you some pears, grease some plaster down your hair right now. Because if you don't, it'll be standing on in before we've been existing.

We call it Ghost Town Men. I guess you know about that there, Ghost Town, near Paradise Valley. It was a mining community once, but when the mines played out, everybody moved away. Now nothing is there.

Except a few weather-beating buildings standing around. Well, a couple days ago, my pal Roy and me rode into Monroe City. Wanted to buy some supplies for Roy's Double R bar ranch. Oh, oh, he's triggered.

Happy we'll tie up here. You start buying the supplies while I'm up to shore. You better let me see the sheriff's time. I know how to handle matters of all. All I want done is a report made that somebody stole the yearling from our herd and left the money out on the porch to pay for it.