
Original Air Date: January 21, 1950Host: Andrew RhynesShow: Grand Ole OpryPhone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Exit music from: Roundup on the Prairie by Aaron Kenny https://bit.ly/3kTj0kK
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Andrew Rines
Welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host Andrew Rines and let's get into this episode. This episode is going to be Grand Old Opry Original Air Dates January 21, 1950 in this episode we've got Red Foley and Hank Snow.
Rod Bradfield
It's Grand Old Opry time.
Wally Fowler
Everyone will have some fun at the.
Red Foley
Grand hall of Brinheim.
Rod Bradfield
Welcome to Grand Ole Opry with Rob Brassfield, Mini Pearl and starring Red Foley.
Red Foley
Have you ever passed corner of 4th and grand where a little ball of rhythm has it that shoeshine stands keep together he bites the boots you move your leg the chat boy he charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe. He makes old style leather look like new. You feel as though you want to dance when he gets through He's a great big bundle of joy. He pipes a boogie boogie rag your chattanoogie shoeshine boy It's a wonder the rag don't tear the way he makes it pop. Just listen to him fan the air with it. Hoppity hippity hippity hoppity hoppity hippity hop. He opens up a business when the clock strikes mine. He likes to get em early when they're feeling fine. Everybody gets a little rise and shine with a great big bundle of joy he pops the boogie woogie rag the chattanoogie shoe shine boy here goes now don't that tickle you the rag don't tear the way he makes it pop. Just listen to him fan the air here he goes.
Wally Fowler
He opens up a.
Red Foley
Business when the clock strikes nine. He likes to get them early when they're feeling fine Everybody gets a little rise and shine With a great big bundle of joy he pipes a boogie woogie rag the Chattanoogie Shoe shine boy, Here goes once more.
Rod Bradfield
Tell the folks.
Red Foley
Who'S this in the opera tonight, Red? Our good friend, Hank Snow. Yes, sir.
Rod Bradfield
They speaking of snow, Red, somebody just drifted in and wants attention.
Red Foley
Well, I should say it is somebody.
Rod Bradfield
It's Hornwald's most eligible bachelor, Rod Bradfield. Thank you, man. Glad to be here tonight. I tell you by that it's cold outside. Literally. It's your slum cold, Ms.
Commercial Voice
Bowling.
Rod Bradfield
Yeah, I'll have you know. You don't realize it, but you are looking at an artist. I pay artist service. I order paintings.
Red Foley
You're a painting artist, scribe?
Rod Bradfield
Yes, sir, I'm a painting artist. And I opened me up last week, opened me up a studio because I wanted folks to buy my pictures and hang them up on the walls or in Holemore. I put up a sign that says, my praises by critics is widely sung. They say I'm an artist. That ought to be huge. Well, no sooner than I had got on my artist outfit there that I paint in, you know, I got my brushes out. My name ain't Fuller neither, and I sure does got my brushes out and everything. My gal Susie come running in there. She says, rodney, I want my picture painted the worst way. I said, susie, you couldn't have picked a better man to do it. Susie took one look at some of my samples of my work there, and she stopped in front of one of the canvases there and she said, rodney, this would be a beautiful portrait. This here. It's got such. Oh, such soul, such expression. Such expression. I says, oh, Flitter Susie, that there ain't no picture. That's where I clean my brushes. There's enough stretch soon they got those in. She ain't got that data. Both saying, I get mad at her sometimes. I could just eat a banana. Finally, she stopped in front of one of my pictures there and she said, rodney, this here would be a good picture of your uncle's life if it wasn't so blurry and jumpy. Why is it so blurry and jumpy? And I told her, I said, why, Splitter, Susie, Uncle Sipe had a few too many the other day, a few too many. When he come in to get picture painted, he's had Little Mountain Dew there. And I said I had to paint him with the heat cups.
Red Foley
Well, sir, tonight's guest is one of the most colorful fellows we've ever known, and one of the nicest, I might add. He was born in Canada and shipped to sea as a cabin boy when he was 12. He was a lumberjack in Oregon at 15 and a horse wrangler at 16. He bought a guitar for $15 and went all through Halifax, picking and singing, and finally was hired at a radio station. He joined the Canadian broadcasting corporation in 1934, and in 1937, one of the big recording companies heard him, and he's been making successful records ever since. Folks, give one of your biggest and heartiest welcomes to Hank Snow. Hank, my friend, we're. We're glad to have you with us here tonight, and we want to hear you sing. What's it going to be, huh?
Wally Fowler
It's going to be Nobody's Child.
Red Foley
Nobody's Child. It's a fine one. Let's hear it.
Hank Snow
I was slowly passing an orphan's home one day and stopped there just a moment Just to watch the children play alone A boy was standing and when I asked him why he turned with eyes that could not see and he began to cry I know nobody's child I'm nobody's child I'm like a flower just growing wide no mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile Nobody wants me I'm nobody's chair no mother's arms to hold me or soothe me when I cry Sometimes it gets so lonely here I wish that I could die I walk the streets of heaven where all the blind can see and just like all the other kids There'd be a home Tom.
Wally Fowler
I just can't seem to figure out why the folks all pass me by Because I know that it's true that God takes little blind children with him in the sky.
Hank Snow
And they tell me.
Wally Fowler
That I'm oh, so pretty they seem to like my big curls of gold but then they take some other little child and I'm left here all alone.
Hank Snow
I am nobody's child I'm nobody's child I'm like a flower just growing wild no mommy's kisses and no daddy smile Nobody wants me Nobody's child.
Red Foley
Mighty pretty song. Mighty pretty there, Hank Snow. Here's Wally Fowler now and his famous Oak Ridge Quartet. We're mighty glad to welcome the boys back to the Fool. And they're singing one of their better spirits of Skull. Lead me to that rock.
Commercial Voice
Why don't.
Wally Fowler
You lead me to that rock that is higher Then I'll lead me to that rock Lead me to that rock. Why don't you lead me to that rock that is higher than I? Thou has been still day for me.
Red Foley
Well, if you go down in yonder's fold.
Hank Snow
Search among the sheep.
Wally Fowler
My brother thou hast been a shelter for me. You will find him there, so I am told. With those he loves to keep. My brother thou hast been. Why don't you lead me to that rock that is higher than I?
Commercial Voice
Ho, ho.
Wally Fowler
Lead me to that rock. Yes, lead me to that rock. Why don't you lead me to that rock that is higher than I? Thou has been a shelter for me. Why don't you leave me to the rock? To the rock that's hard, I deny. Why don't you leave me by the rock? To the rock that's hard, I deny. Why don't you leave me to death? The rock to the rock that's all higher than I. Thou has been a shelter for me. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. Higher than I. Thou has been a shelter.
Red Foley
For.
Commercial Voice
Me.
Red Foley
Thank you very much. That's mighty pretty. Well, see, we can hear uncle Egg and McEwen's accordion playing. Low and soft, like back there. It sort of reminds us that it's for hymn time. That means, of course, a few quiet moments of music and meditation. You'll find tonight's hymn on page 67 of your Brown hymn book. So sing along with me if you'd like to, on a little song called Cleanse. Lord, take my life and make it holy Thine fill my poor heart Will thy great love divine? Take all my will, my passion, self and pride.
Hank Snow
My.
Red Foley
Will all be narrow.
Wally Fowler
Go.
Red Foley
Search me, O God and know my heart today. Try me, O Savior Know my thoughts, I pray.
Wally Fowler
See if there be.
Red Foley
Some.
Wally Fowler
Wicked ways in me. Raise me from every sin and set me.
Red Foley
Free. And we'd like to call on Claude Sharp now and his Old Hickory Singers for a little close harmony here. Marvin Hughes. You give the boys a little introduction there. To Ru from Dixie.
Wally Fowler
Hello there, stranger how do you do? There's something I like to say to you don't be surprised you recognize I know, Detective, but I just surmise you're from the place where I long to be. Your smiling face seems to say to me you're from my homeland My sunny homeland Tell me, can it be Are you from Dixie? I said from Dixie. Where the fields are far and beckoned to me. I'm glad to see you, tell me how be you and the friends I'm longing to see. If you're from Alabama, Tennessee, Or Caroline Any place below the Mason Dixon Line Then you're from Dixie Hooray for Dixie. Cause I'm from Dixie, too. Are you from Dixie? I sang from Dixie where the fields are far and reckon to me don't ever sing Tell me how be you and the friends I'm longing to see if you're from Alabama, Tennessee or Carolina Any place below the Mason Dixon Line Then you're from Dixie Hooray for Dixie fars and from Dixie, too.
Red Foley
Well, hearing.
Hank Snow
The Old Hickory Singers in a song.
Rod Bradfield
Like that makes me mighty glad I'm from Dixie.
Red Foley
Well, I agree with you 100%, grad. Just as I agree that for the timeliest news of the doings down and Grinder switch, everybody should listen to Cousin Minnie Crow.
Commercial Voice
I'm just proud to be here. Well, Canal, ain't these awful nice fellows up here on the stage with me? You take Claude Sharp, for instance. Hey, look, he's just cute as a bug's ear. Looks a little like a bug's ear, too. Come think of it. I'll tell you right now, though. You know, we play a little game up here, all of us. I chase the fellers and they run away from me. And then the fellows run away from me, and I chase them. But the idea is that if I catch one of them, he's supposed to kiss me. One day I caught Red Foley. And you never seen a fellow so shy and embarrassed. He was. He was so shy he paid Jack Stapp $4 to Kiss Me in his place. Cause I don't have to worry about a feller kissing me as long as I've got my fellow Hezzy. Oh, hesitant. Keeps saying I'm all the world to him. And then he starts telling me about how the world's in such a awful shape. Well, I went to brother's room to call him for breakfast this morning. And, oh, he. It's been cold at Grindy, which, where we say it. And I went up to brother's room. Well, it has. It's cold. And I went to brother's room to call him for breakfast. And, oh, it is late. It must have been daylight. And there was brother with 10 quilts over him, but he had his feet a hanging out the bed. Them feet were so froze, they were just blue. And I says to him, brother, why don't you put your feet under the covers? And he said, what? Bring them cold old things in bed with me? Brother's so smart. I declare, it runs in our family. Well said. Oh, uncle done run out by the time it got to me. Uncle Nabob don't seem to mind the cold weather so much though. Now I don't exactly get the connection but he says that you never hear tell of an autymobile freezing up if it had enough alcohol in it. Poor Uncle Nabob. Aunt Ambrosey washed his long handed underwear and hung them out in the cold. And they frizzed just stiff on the line. And poor Uncle Nabob almost freezed to death before they got dry navy. Aunt Ambrosey oughtn't to wash the underwear with Uncle Nabob still in them. Yes, sir. Rodley. Rodney. Miss Mammy. Yes, Rodney.
Red Foley
How are you?
Commercial Voice
Fine, thank you.
Rod Bradfield
Well, I'm glad to see you. Didn't I understand you to say that the air was a little nippy and grindy sweet Nippy?
Commercial Voice
Why Rodley, it was the arm's reach below zero.
Rod Bradfield
How much below?
Commercial Voice
20 below.
Rod Bradfield
Stop that woman. Shucks. Meaning if it don't get no colder than that in Hornwall. I'm telling you true. We get the spring fever in Hornwall when it's only 20 below in Hornwall. The tea kettle spout steam icicles.
Commercial Voice
You ought to hear. You ought to hear that singing tea kittle Rodney.
Rod Bradfield
Singing teachers. Yeah, well that ain't nothing to brag about. A lot of people got singing tea kittle flitter.
Hank Snow
Anybody but I.
Commercial Voice
Singing tea kettle was singing. Baby it's cold outside. I oughtn't to stay.
Rod Bradfield
Maybe it's cold outside.
Commercial Voice
Well it.
Rod Bradfield
It ain't so hot tonight. It's cold outside or baby it.
Commercial Voice
That's all right, Rodney. Well that is pretty cold. You say it is cold in Hornwell? Rodley?
Rod Bradfield
I'm telling you the truth. It was pretty cold in hornwell last week, Ms. Minnie. And when my Poppy come home and found my twin brothers. Oh Pete and Repeat in front of a roaring fire there, he just got plumb mad. He just mad. He could ate a goat burger.
Commercial Voice
Well why was you Poppy mad? Just cause Pete and Repeat was standing in front of a roaring fire when he come home.
Rod Bradfield
We didn't have no fireplace. Ain't that.
Commercial Voice
Rodney I was worried about brother. You know this cold weather. He got awful sick.
Rod Bradfield
Sure enough brother Sid got a bad cold. I'm sorry to hear that. I've had. I've just been there sniffing. I've took anti hist and everything.
Commercial Voice
Is that right?
Rod Bradfield
Just been there sniffing and a snorting all that.
Commercial Voice
Well, I went up town and got brother some medicine but it like killed him.
Rod Bradfield
It did?
Commercial Voice
Yeah.
Hank Snow
Oh why?
Commercial Voice
Well if all the medicine heard him it is the directions on the bottle. Oh they'd take it two nights a running he'd skip a night that is mad them nights he took it a running but them nights they had taken skipping. I like to kill bro.
Red Foley
Come on up here Hank. What you going to do for us this time buddy?
Hank Snow
I wonder where you are tonight I.
Red Foley
Wonder where you are tonight.
Hank Snow
Tonight I'm sad, my heart is weary I'm wondering if I'm wrong or right.
Wally Fowler
To dream.
Hank Snow
About you Though you love me I long to where you are tonight that old rain is cold and slowly falling upon my window pane tonight and your love was even col I longed up where you are tonight Then came the dawn that day you love me I tried to smile with all my mind but you could see the pain within me that lingers in my heart tonight that old rain has cold and slowly falling upon my window pane tonight and oh your love was even older I wonder where you are.
Red Foley
It's mighty pretty, Hank Snow. Well, I see it's almost time to leave you folks now, but I'd like to sing a brand new one here called Careless Kisses. Your careless kisses your careless kisses are causing me to careless for you your careless kisses your careless kisses Makes me wonder if your heart is careless too you tell me it's nothing you only kiss my friends hello. Please tell me darling how many people can I know who share your kisses? Your careless kisses that's causing me to care less for your you.
Rod Bradfield
This program was previously released by NBC, the national broadcasting Company, for listeners in the United States and rebroadcast for our servicemen and women overseas. This is the United States Armed Forces Radio Service, the voice of information and education.
Red Foley
Foreign.
Andrew Rines
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Wally Fowler
Sam.
Host: Andrew Rhynes
Featured Performers: Red Foley, Hank Snow, Wally Fowler & the Oak Ridge Quartet, Rod Bradfield, Cousin Minnie Pearl, Old Hickory Singers
Original Air Date: January 21, 1950
This classic episode transports listeners to a golden age of live radio with a 1950 broadcast of the legendary Grand Ole Opry. The show features timeless performances by Red Foley, a country music icon, and Canadian legend Hank Snow. Audiences are treated to a reverent mix of heartwarming ballads, upbeat numbers, comedic skits, and spiritually uplifting gospel, all presented in the jocular, familial tone of the Opry. Humorous banter, rural wisdom, and communal singing deliver the warmth and charm for which the Opry is celebrated.
Red Foley on Hank Snow’s journey:
“He bought a guitar for $15 and went all through Halifax, picking and singing... Folks, give one of your biggest and heartiest welcomes to Hank Snow.” (08:16)
Rod Bradfield's painting gag:
“Oh Flitter Susie, that there ain’t no picture. That’s where I clean my brushes.” (06:23)
Minnie Pearl on Opry romance:
“He was so shy he paid Jack Stapp $4 to kiss me in his place.” (19:07)
Hank Snow, “Nobody’s Child”:
“I’m like a flower just growing wild, no mommy’s kisses and no daddy’s smile. Nobody wants me, I’m nobody’s child.” (10:49)
Winter’s cold, Opry style:
“We get the spring fever in Hornwall when it’s only 20 below in Hornwall. The tea kettle spout steam icicles.” (21:49, Rod Bradfield)
The episode is infused with warmth, gentle humor, and the communal spirit of a bygone radio era. The musical performances are heartfelt, and the comic segments brim with wholesome, small-town banter in classic Southern tones. Both the depth of emotion in the songs and the levity of the humor combine to make this Opry appearance a nostalgic time capsule—a must-hear for fans of classic American country, Gospel, and Western radio.