Spoken-word introduction followed by an old-time radio cowboy song.

The Old Pine Tree:

Steeped in the rays of gold, purple, and blue of the early evening, as the sun slips into a blanket of fluffy clouds just over the horizon, and a sentinel prairie dog barks his warning of the coming night. A rugged cowboy wends his way astride his pinto pony through the last gap of the canyon and on into the little valley where his partners, after a hard day of branding are gathered, enjoying the warmth and companionship of the glowing campfire in the crispness of the night air. Look! He turns in his saddle and beckons to us. Now, shall we follow him into the land of the setting sun and listen as the Ranch Hands sing one of their favorite songs.