[Spoken intro]
At this time, Louis and I and the band, we'd like to do our hillbilly number: Don't Fence Me In. This is our aristocratic number

[Chorus: Velma Middleton]
Give me land, lots of land 'neath the starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in

Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in

Turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountain rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
Can't look at hobbles, I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in, oh ho, don't fence me in

[Chorus: Louis Armstrong]
(Scat), give me land, lots of land 'neath the starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Do not fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Oh, don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
See the mountain rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Oh, fence me in, baby, oh, fence me in

[Interlude: Velma Middleton, Louis Armstrong]
Now Pops, I've always been on the level
You ain't never been on the level, Velma
I have stuck with you through thick and thin
Yeah but you thinnin' out me now, baby, I don't dig you
I'll really start raisin' the devil if you just try to fence me in
Well baby, I got to go out for bacon now, you know
Oh, that's a new name for it, bacon
Yeah, I needs dough and you know that ain't gin
But it's a wrong move that you're makin'
Just by trying to fence me in
Now look Pops, I've got a good reason for squawkin'
You gonna squawk, can't swing it
You know what? (What's that?) Things don't look so bright
Well don't be lookin' at me there then
And I'm gettin' sick and tired of talking
Cos you know you gonna stay out each and every night
You know it too
Well, I gotta keep my reputation, honey
I'm gonna eliminate that
Sky high, as it's always been
There ain't no use of you, Lucille
None of those chicks coming round here
Trying to fence me in

[Chorus: Velma Middleton, Louis Armstrong, Both]
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Don't be straddling all over the place either
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountain rise
That ain't what you wanna see rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
I gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in, yes, whoa (scat)
No, yes, (scat), don't fence me in