 It's the new Burl-Ive show with a visit tonight from the man who leads the band of the year, Eddie Howard. Now here comes America's widest ballad singer of records, green and radio, Bill Coe's friendly troubadour, Burl-Ive. Hi there friends, this is Burl-Ives. You know on our way down here tonight, Dick Davis and the quartet, Harry Bodkin and I were asking, what are we going to open the show with? From out of the valley there came the sound of a lonesome train whistle. And we said, ah, that's it. We're going to open the show with a railroad song, a song about a brave engineer. A mull of rounders if you want to hear a story about a brave engineer. In the case of Jones was the founder's name on a six-eighth wheeler, boys he won his fame. The caller called Casey at a half-past four. He kissed his wife at the station door. He mounted to the cabin with these orders in his hand, took his farewell trip to the promised land. They said, Joe, I'll look to the cabin, they said, Joe, there's these orders in his hand. They said, Joe, I'll look up the Reno Hill, he tutored for the crossing with the awful shrill. The switchman knew by the engine's moan that the man at the throttle was a Casey Jones. Pulled up within two miles of the place, number four stared her right in the face. He turned to the farm and said, boy, you better jump, because two locomotives are going to bump. Casey Jones. Two locomotives. Casey Jones. And you're going to bump. Casey Jones. Two locomotives. Two locomotives. And you're going to bump. Casey Jones. Two locomotives. Two locomotives. And they're going to bump. Now, Casey said just before he died, there's two more roads I'd like to ride. The fireman said, what might they be? It's the Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe. Mrs. Jones sat on a bed crying, just received a message that her Casey man was dying. So go to bed, children, and hush her crying, because she got another papa on the Salt Lake line. Casey Jones. Got another papa. Casey Jones. On the Salt Lake line. Casey Jones. Got another papa. Got a... He stopped. Got a little song about that. I bought a goat, his name was Jim. I bought him for his precious skin. That goat got loose about half past nine, and ate a red shirt right off the line. I grabbed that goat by the wool of the back, and I tied him to the railroad track. He bucked and bawled with might and mane, coughed up that shirt and flagged the train. The other day, a railroad man was telling me that the longest train he ever rode was a freight engine pulling 104 cars. The longest train that air I saw was on, it passed at nine. Little girl, I slay her, the sun never shines, and I shivered when the cold, the best of friends, some day must part. So what? And the short cross ties. Leads the band of the year, plus that he sings a mighty fine song. The star of the Schaefer Parade, Eddie Howard. You know it's getting so that there isn't a place that I go that I don't hear one of your records. Well, gee, I'm sorry, Burrell. Don't be sorry, Eddie. I only go where they have Philkos. What are you going to sing for us? Well, it's a little song that did quite well for us last season. It's called For Sentimental Reasons. That's reason enough for me, boy. Sing it. I brought another song with me tonight. I thought maybe you'd be interested in. Oh, I can always use another song. What is it, Eddie? Well, it's one we recorded not long ago. It's one of the finest folk songs I've ever heard. It's really terrific. It's got most everything. You make my mouth water, boy. What's the song? Is it right for me? Right for you, Burrell. This song will fit you like money fits Jack Benny. Well, you can't get closer than that. What's the song? Well, it's a little tricky now. I don't know whether you go for it or not. It might take some time to work it out. Oh, Eddie, I've got nothing but time. Go ahead and sing it. Well, it goes like this. Jimmy crack cone and I don't care, Jimmy crack cone and I don't care, Jimmy crack cone and I don't care, my master's gone away, Burrell is becoming one of our biggest records. Eddie, you're a gentleman and a scoundrel. I've been singing that song ever since I was knee-high to Yankee Doodle. You have? Well, I guess that lets me out on return to this program. Oh, no, you've got to come back. But I'm going to punish you. Yes, sir, my boy, I'm going to punish you. Well, what are you going to do to me, Burrell? Well, I am going to sing one of your songs. You just stand back there in the corner and take this like a man. Okay, Dick, boys, come on and help me out. The girl I saw, Venice Pink, has an ear where satins and laces and smell of cologne. Her nails will be polished and in her kitten. Say, Burrell, I hear this new Philco-Radio-Phonograph combination has a new easy way to play records. Easy? Eddie playing records on the new Philco-Radio-Phonograph is as easy as eating a midnight snack of lemon meringue pie and sitting on a goose feather bag. How's that selectivity? The C-Electivity, Eddie. Well, I'll tell you what kind of selectivity this new Philco-Radio-Phonograph has. The other night I was listening to a program where Bing Crosby and Jimmy Durante were singing a duet. Well, this Philco is so selective that I tuned Durante right out and just listened to Bang. Well, it sounds great, Burrell. You know, you caught me singing one of your songs and I heard you sing one of my songs. Why don't we compromise and let you and me sing one of your songs? Okay, what'll it be? Well, it starts out something like this. I'm going down the road feeling bad. I'll go with you, boy. I'm going down the road feeling bad. I'm going down the road feeling bad. I ain't gonna be treated this way. Oh, two-dollar shoes hurt my feet, Eddie. Yeah, there's two-dollar shoes hurt my feet. Oh, make them 30-Two-dollar shoes hurt my feet. I ain't gonna be treated this way. It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, boy. It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet. God-expensive motions. Ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet. I ain't gonna be treated this way. I'm a-going where the water tastes like wine. Now you're talking, Mr. Going, where the water tastes like wine. I'm a-going where the water tastes like turpentine. Like turpentine, I ain't gonna be treated this away. I forgot another thing about this new Philco. It lets you hear the commercials. Are you kidding? Yeah, here, I'll show you how it works. Eddie, band of the year, Howard. I'm sure the folks join me in thanking you for being on the show. Oh, Mr. Rise. Oh, Mr. Rise. I'll shout it from the rooftops far and near. They like the songs you sing. You sing most anything. I'm here to vote you guitar of the year. Thank you. Oh, Mr. Howard. Oh, Mr. Howard. Take my hat and throw it in the ring. But for goodness sakes alive, please don't make me sing that jive. So long, Mr. Howard. Goodbye, Mr. Rise. I'll be a see-it. It's worth reminding you to listen next week at this time for Philco's friendly troubadour, Burl-Ives, whose weekly visit is produced and transcribed in Hollywood for your listening pleasure. Burl's guests will be the novelty aces with Abigail and Buddy, and come into our store and listen to the new 1948 Philco radios and radio phonographs.