
The Old Corral 41-xx-xx (034) First Song - My Deal Old Arizona Home
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Pappy/Fabby Cheshire
Well, howdy, folks. Howdy. And hello, boys. Well, am I late? Am I late? I thought maybe it was, seeing as how all you folks have settled down and got yourselves comfortable. Just a waiting for the music to begin. Looks like the old corral is pretty well filled up too. That's what we like to see, boys. Have you picked out some good ones for us? You know Sally's up the ranch house. Yes.
Narrator/Singer
Sally here, Pappy?
Pappy/Fabby Cheshire
Yes, sir. Said she'd be right down in a minute. Look at that boy. Brighten up. Skeeter, suppose you start the ball roll until she gets here. All right, Pappy. What do you want to hear? Well, I'd like to hear my dear old Arizona home.
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Oh, the sound of my old chap sewing Fills my heart and sets me wishing for my dear old arizon oh, if I hear an old hoot al Go back as duress you to my dear old Arizona home All across the me so soon I'll trace the trail and turn my hide at the end I hope I super roll myself A flourishing bride Then the last restore to bring a stranger who perhaps to be a ranger in my dear old Arizona home. Come in, Ra. Long since my saddle empty out where I'll be free Longest heart in love I hope, I'm hoping someone waits for me Me in my mind I see a cowboy wedding so my old paint horse I'm heading to my 2 year old Arizona home I need a load of LA. I don't need a load, Sam. Oh, yeah.
Pappy/Fabby Cheshire
That'S fine. Currently. Oh, oh, look who's coming down the hill from the house there. Hello, Sally. Why, Georgia, Just time. Honey, we're going to ask you to sing song for us. Oh, there's nothing I'd like better. There's nothing Wade like better either. Look at.
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Look at right here by her.
Pappy/Fabby Cheshire
What are you going to sing?
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Leaning on the old top rail.
Pappy/Fabby Cheshire
Let's go, kid.
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Leaning on the old top rail in the deep looking down the twilight trail for my long lost sail how he sang when he sprang on his old monster and rowed by my church Be back another Day all alone, leaning on the old top rail in the big corral and pray on his own.
Pappy/Fabby Cheshire
That was mighty sweet, Sally. Mighty sweet. Mighty sweet. And now I'll dig back into those pioneer memories of mine and see if I can tell you one of those yarns you know, of all the fine qualities in mankind, of course, that which is remembered longest, his bravery. I've known many brave men in my time, but one of the bravest I ever knowed of was Long Red Feather, a Comanche Indian. And them Comanches were supposed to be bad medicine. But Red, he was friendly to the white man and he helped the white man make friends with his copper colored brothers too. Of course, in the early settling of the west there was a lot of no count white men, jailbirds and whatnot that settled here. And very often they was the ones that stirred up the trouble. A low down skunk trick that many of them used to play when the railroads first come through this way was the shooted Indians they'd see racing their ponies along the right of way. Well, that happened once too many times. And one day Long Red Feather was shot and injured bad. He had enough resistance to ride back to the camp. He knowed that white men in general wasn't to blame, just some ornery white man in particular. Of course, nobody never learned who done it. And the shooting made them Comanches plenty mad. Long Redfeather could hear the war drummers starting to boom in their song of death. He crawled more dead and alive to the council fires and tried to talk the war chiefs out of attacking the white folks. But they wouldn't listen and they forced him back to his teepee to rest. But Long Red Feather crawled out of his teepee again and climbed aboard one of them slim fast ponies the Comanches used to have. He rode 20 odd miles that night to the nearest white settlement to warn his white friends that trouble was ruined. And when he got there, he pitched headlong from his pony and it took more than a half hour to bring him to. And then he told the story. Of course the white men in the settlement armed themselves and got ready for combat. But everybody was so saddened by the fate of Long Red Feather, who was failing mighty fast, that nobody wanted to do no fighting. So when them Comanches come wheeling down, a white flag was hoisted. Of course the invaders were suspicious. But a bunch of us rode out to meet them and the chiefs listened to our story. And under cover of the flag of truth we rolled back to the settlement with some of them. And before he died, Long Red Feather made his brothers promise to treat the white men as brothers. So them Comanches, they figured they would trust us. In fact, they initiated us into the tribe. And because I was the youngest of the white men, they. They gave me the name of the dead hero. And that's my Comanche tribal name. Long Red Feather. You can see right here on my arm, boy. See there. There's the star of the flint knife, left when they cut my arm. So as my blood would mix with the blood of the Comanche Indian chief. And Long Red Feather the first found peace with both red man and white and went on to his just reward. Now, boys, let's have a song for Long Red Feather, will you?
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There's a gold mine in the sky far away we will find it, you and I Some three days.
Pappy/Fabby Cheshire
There will.
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Be cover Just for you down the line where the cries are all with me out of mind if your time will count I know you're going lame but you have to strike that claim and we'll set up there and what worldwide when we find that long lost school mind in the sky, sky, sky Far away, Far away Sam.
Pappy/Fabby Cheshire
Hey, did anybody get hurt that time? Well, folks, seems like time passes all too quick, don't it? Here it is grub time. So we'll have to end our little get together and head for chow before the vittles get cold. But if you folks will join us again next time we gather in the old corral, it sure will make us mighty proud. We'll try to have some more of those songs of the Old west ready for you, as well as another yacht. This is Fabby Cheshire talking for all the boys. And Sally saying, so long, everybody. So long it.
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Sam.
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Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode Date: September 28, 2025
Host: Pappy/Fabby Cheshire (and the old corral gang)
First Song: "My Dear Old Arizona Home"
Theme:
A classic slice of old-time radio from the golden pre-television days, this episode of The Old Corral gathers listeners around a musical and storytelling campfire. The cast shares toe-tapping Western tunes and an evocative tale from the early frontier, reflecting on themes of home, bravery, and community.
This episode is an evocative time capsule—a hearty mix of song and story from a bygone era where the family gathered round, the West loomed large, and kindness and bravery were the treasures worth sharing.