Riders of the Purple Sage

Drifting along, singing a song, under a western moon.

From Hollywood comes your All Star Western Theater, starring America's great western singers, Foy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage, bringing you the music, the stories, and the spirit of the great open spaces.

And now, here are the Riders of the Purple Sage.

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togetherTime again now for Foy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage to tell another story of the West.

Drifting along, singing a song, under a western moon.

From Hollywood comes your All-Star Western Theater, starring America's great western singers, Boy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage, bringing you the stories and the spirit of the great open spaces.

And now, here are the Riders of the Purple Sage.

I wanna ride my pony over the prairie, out on the open range.

Herding the cattle, dusty and weary, out on the open range.

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[instrumental music] A happy song's always a pleasure for everybody, the singers, the listeners, the foot tappers, and the digit thumpers.

And since hardly anyone can sing a happy song better than a cowboy, it's going to be a pleasure to hear the Riders of the Purple Sage let loose on Holiday for the Blues.

Today's very special guests, Jerry Colonna and Monty Montana.

But now, here are the riders of the Purple Sage.

I want to hear that coyote cry I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs Riding him out on the range Just to kick him in the side Make him show his step and pride Out on the Texas plains Each night in my dreams Somehow it seems I'm back where I belong Back where I was born The city life and the city ways Are driving me insane I want to be alone I want to be back home Out on the Texas plain I want to drink my java from an old tin can While the moon goes riding high I want to hear the call of the whip for will.

I want to hear that coyote cry.

Each cowboy has his favorite horse, which he will assure you, with or without provocation, can ride faster and longer than any other horse, is more sure-footed, more intelligent, and more loyal.

The horse generally knows how to plead for and get lumps of sugar, and can ferret a fresh carrot out of the stubbornest coat pocket.

Each of the riders of the Purple Sage has such a horse, and each of their friends has a horse for which such attributes are loudly claimed.

But Kelowna, well, Kelowna is something else again.

Drifting along, singing a song, under a western moon.

From Hollywood comes your All Star Western Theater, starring America's great Western singers, Hoy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage, bringing you the music, the stories, and the spirit of the great open spaces.

And now, the Riders of the Purple Sage.

Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Anton'.

Where in dreams I live with a memory, beneath the stars all alone.

[instrumental music] When setting sun says the long day is done, sweet music seems to fill the air.

In my Adobe Hacienda, harmony is everywhere.

Well, it's time now for Foy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage to tell us another of their adventures in the West.