All Star Western Theatre | OTRWesterns.com
Jul 13, 2026 · 31 min · 10 segments
Original Air Date: November 01, 1947 Host: Andrew Rhynes Show: All Star Western Theatre Phone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Special Guests: • Horace Murphy • Janet Logan • Fred Howard (Scotty)…
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, the Riders of the Purple
Sage.
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 whippoorwill 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 stepping pride Out on the Texas plain Music Each night in my dreams Somehow it seems I'm back where I belong Just a country hit way back in the sticks, 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,
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.
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 stepping pride.
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, the Riders of the Purple
Sage.
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 whippoorwill 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 stepping pride Out on the Texas plain Music Each night in my dreams Somehow it seems I'm back where I belong Just a country hit way back in the sticks, 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,
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.
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 stepping pride.
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